I nearly forgot that today is the official Star Wars Day. (The unofficial Star Wars Day for fans is the other 364 days of the year). I can’t believe I came this close to not reminding everyone. Fortunately I have Kacy who keeps me apprised of all the milestones in Science Fiction.
My son York is fifteen and Star Wars is pretty much the most important thing in his life (he has never had a girlfriend, strangely enough). I would like to think that I, his mother, am most important. I only gave him life and read Things That Go three thousand times to him. You know, nothing special. Nothing like the things Darth Sidious has done for him. But he doesn’t have a corner of his room dedicated to me.
Nor does he have an assortment of posters with my face on them (you guys, this is only two of the Star Wars posters in his room.)
Nor does York have a clock featuring scenes from my life.
So I shall shrug my shoulders and make myself some cookies. Shortbread X-Wing fighter, anyone?