I miss my mom.
When she arrived in April, 3-1/2 months seemed like a lengthy period of time. When I saw her off at the airport earlier today, it felt like the time was cut short. It was a tearful goodbye. Now, I find myself wishing she could've stayed here longer and didn't have to leave yet.
I am thankful that she made the trip here. I am thankful for her tremendous help around the house and with the kids, especially right before and after Elizabeth was born. I am thankful for the countless hours of play she and Matthew shared. I am thankful for the countless times she took Elizabeth off my hands so I could run errands more easily or spend one-on-one time with Matthew. I am thankful for our conversations and the time we spent together even if we didn't get along 100% of the time. But isn't that how most mother-daughter relationships are?
I am thankful for her and I look forward to the next time she can visit, whenever that may be.
An Extra Special Mother's Day