Let’s tell each other one thing that we love about the other person before we go to sleep.
I’ll go first. I love the way your whole face lights up when you smile.
Oh, Mama. That’s sweet…And I love when you give me strawberries.
Where did I come from?
A wish on a star.
I’m happy you wished me.
Me too, baby. Thank you for being my wish.
Thank you for being my mom.
I love you so much it makes my heart pop.
You make my heart pop, too.
Mama, can I…?
No, Mama. You have to give me a reason. “Because” isn’t a reason.
It isn’t a reason when you say “because.” But I’m a mom. So that makes it a reason.
Well that isn’t exactly fair.
Happy birthday, Mama. I’m going to hug you now. Because sometimes I just want to hug you because I love you so much. Okay?
And my heart pops just a little bit more.
The #MexicaninMaine is currently the #MexicaninMichigan, which, by the way, is not a big deal at all. We've got family to visit and friends to see and at the end of the week, we've got 17 hours between us and home. I'm obviously behind on everthing right now -- hence, the archive blog share -- because this is my first "vacation" since all of this writing stuff I do graduated from Hobby to J-O-B. The short story is this: I can run in circles trying to "get ahead" and go insane, or I can plug away, a little each day (while on vacation because that's how it goes) and pat myself on the back for making it through another day.
I choose option B.