Momma, I'm sitting here thinking about you and I'm going back and forth between happiness and hunger. I know you would think I'm craving Twinkies like you lovingly and laughingly remember, but no, I'm craving some time with you. We've agreed to make a trip on Memorial Day to see you and believe me, it can't come soon enough. How do I begin to describe the love I feel for you, my first love? The woman who carried, nurtured and gave life to me? I'm looking for the appropriate words but I can't. All I can do is watch the memory video clips as they fly through my mind. Scenes of love that you've given me unconditionally, rewarding my best efforts and despite my wrongdoings. Like when I pee'd on myself in Mrs. Gross' 1st grade class because she told us that no one could talk until they raised their hand and she acknowledged them. She was in the doorway, talking to another teacher and I sat there obediently (See? I was a good...
I say the kinds of things that kept me out of the really GOOD colleges. Welcome to my madness. Hope you stay awhile...