I miss my mom a whole lot. I wish I were anywhere but here today. I would crawl into bed with her and we would have a girl talk. We'd giggle and snuggle together. Eventually we would talk about important things and what they mean. Sometime later we would be in hysterics about some old story oft repeated. After a while, a few laughs and probably tears later, we would pick up our respective books and read until our eyes got so heavy we would eventually drift off to sleep, side by side.
This is my favorite ritual with my mom. We have managed to do this every visit home since I was a little girl. We don't plan it ahead of time, usually I just make my way from the doorway and continue our conversation until I end up on the bed and under the covers with her. It's no wonder I like her and love her, respect her and envy her, relate to her as a woman and a friend. We've always had an easy relationship for which I am grateful. I wish I could go home right now and tell her so.
