I just enjoyed some “quantity” time with my mom who visited us from Florida for a week. I always feel her visits are never long enough. While the daily calls are nice, there is nothing quite as sweet as a mother’s presence. My mom’s visit was not unlike our phone calls – we talked about a lot of unimportant things and we laughed at my girls’ stories. As the days passed, there was a lot of silence between us, not because of hostility or a loss for words, but because sometimes there is no need for words. In that silence laid many unspoken “I love you’s” and “I understand’s”. Isn’t it great how a mother doesn’t have to do anything but just be?
I am so glad I still have my mom to laugh with, talk to and hug.