Thinking of you

I can't stop thinking about you tonight. I always find myself thinking about you when I'm cooking dinner, because I remember how much you loved to cook for your family. Tuesday night dinner was on Tuesday because you didn't work Monday or Tuesday nights and you'd be able to spend the whole day preparing the feast for us. You'd always fix your plate last, after making sure everyone else was already enjoying their dinner. You'd make a plate for anyone who was going to be late or couldn't make it so they didn't miss out. I'm mulling over all of this as I cook dinner, and it's not even Tuesday.

It's just one of a million things that makes my heart ache missing you, Mom. I want to pick up the phone and be able to call you and just talk about my day, and see what's new with you. There are so many people in our lives that we can turn to, who love us, who want the best for us, and who will always be there for us. But man... nobody is you, Mom. The safety and encouragement in your words and voice will never be matched. Not by a hundred miles. I love you so much.