was last Sat. I should have been worrying about the card that I would send late (I have good intentions but crappy follow through) and calling to tell her “Happy Birthday! Where did you go to dinner??”. Less than 2 years ago she was staying with my kids while Allan and I and then Madelyn and I went to Ukraine to complete Dashlyn’s adoption. Last Christmas she sat in her usual spot and watched my kids open their Christmas presents that she shopped and bought for them. In March I was bummed because she and my dad didn’t come for M&D’s birthday party. It was okay though – she was going to have back surgery and feel much better soon and then she would come visit without Dad. Those visits were fun because she would stay at our house (instead of a hotel when Dad came with her) and we would shop and eat at IHOP and get cherry Cokes from Steak N Shake (mine were diet). And I would get annoyed because her little Lifesavers wrappers would get left on my end tables and all her stuff would take up space in the bathroom and then I would start to miss her when she pulled out of the driveway to go home.
She would be getting such a kick out of how much Jack is talking now and what a big boy he is going to kindergarten. We would be planning for Madelyn’s senior year, and Andrew going away to college next year. I have plans for things I want to do to the house and I was looking forward to her input. There are so many things I was looking forward to sharing with her, so many things she’ll not be with us for, so many conversations we won’t have, so many days I’ll cry over every dumb little thing.
I miss my mom.