A Sad One...Sorry.

In about an hour and a half I am leaving with Arlo, to drive to Seattle and pick up my Dad at the airport. He'll be visiting for almost two weeks. I am very excited to see him, but in my preparations for his visit I have found myself thinking of my mom a lot. In the form of a list, here is what I have been thinking of:

1. As I washed my face this morning, I remembered my mom washing her face with the blue wash cloths we grew up with. No soap, just water and she'd always say, "Mmmm, that feels good."
2. I think about her hands and beautiful fingernails.
3. She used to wash the white walls and trim in our kitchen.
4. She'd be hot from working outside and come inside and drink from an old metal cup. Two, three, or four cupfuls before she'd wipe the sweat from her upper lip.
5. Her powerful and intense hugs.

I just needed to get that out.