Last day of escape
Monday, December 28, 2015
Today we had an early celebration of my Mom's birthday. More food, more cake, more hugs. Tomorrow we start our trek home - every year the visit feels even more too short than the year before. I'm trying not to miss my Mom before we actually leave, but another year before I see her again seems like a short eternity. Do we ever really grow up and stop wanting/missing our mothers? I am in my sixth decade and it doesn't seem that I ever will.