Moms The Word

My Mom circa 1980-something.

My Mom is one of the most beautiful Women I have ever seen in my life!

(I wasn't blessed with her pretty perfect nose, grrrr)

Today, I knocked on my Moms door, I hugged her so tight and cried like I haven't cried in a very very long time. I never want to regret things with the people I love when they are one day gone, and I'm learning to be less stubborn. I have been holding so much in for a while. Moms are funny in the way that, when she saw me, she just knew, we know and feel it all.

After that, I had a lovely day by myself after a conversation with EJ, that went a little something like this...

Me: You want to go see "Date night" later? Like have a movie date night with you Mama? Eh?

EJ: If I don't have plans with my friends. Sure!

Me: Oh!

And there you have it.