Today I came home during my lunch break. My mom happened to be home, and she asked me if I wanted to go shopping for my birthday/luau/going away party. So instead of going back to work, I went to a party store and browsed in the luau isle akin with an 8 year old. She was also with her mom.
You know, it's too bad that the death of an uncle and moving away (to basically a different country...) were the only ways for me to truly understand and feel just HOW MUCH i love love love love love my family. I, who am a very emotionally stunted human being, find the bodily reaction to such a love is utterly painful. An aching crying pain. But all in all, it is beautiful.
An overheard conversation betwixt my mom and dad. Emotional temperature was totally serious.
"Where did my head go?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen your head for a long time."
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