a card and a present........

It was another odd week. Lately my weeks are classified as either "odd", "meh". or the worst "she's got PMS...RUN!" (ask Misty about the last one if you doubt me.) Now odd can fall into two subsections; odd good, or odd "Oh hell I don't want THAT to happen again!" This was an odd good week. Once again I was at an place where I was questioning so much ( a bad side effect of too much free time and snow outside, you have time to think) When I got a phone call from my mom. "have you checked your mail?" My mom knows I'm horrible about checking mail. It's delvered to the street and remember the snow I mentioned a few words back? It makes me not want to cross the street to get it. I've thought about training Molly for the task, you know, make her earn her keep. But there's that whole "she's too short to reach the latch " thing and the fact she doesn't have thumbs to open it. Not to mention if the gate were open? She would run!

If mom asks if I've checked the mail, I feel I probably should (you can go to hell for lying to your Mom, right?) So I shovel a path to the street and cross the snowy death trap to reach the mailbox on the other side. Sure enough, a card from Mom. Once safely back inside the house, I open the envelope to find a card inside (no surprise there) here's what it said:

"For my daughter, I'm so happy to have you in my life" "nothing could have prepared me for the joy of seeing you come into your own. From the beginning, you had a quiet strength and a determined spirit about you. But seeing those qualities revealed fully in the beautiful woman you've become is more rewarding than I could ever have imagined. You're everything a parent could hope for in a daughter. How lucky I am to call you mine."

Happy Birthday, Love Mom

Did I forget to mention it was my birthday this week? So from Mom, I got a hug when I really needed one...and she had no clue.

One thing I always wanted for my birthday was to trade in my brother for a sister. Not that I don't love my brother (yes, the same someone I called a shit head a few posts back) but I always wanted a sister. A sister just seemed like someone you could share secrets with and laugh about stupid stuff. Little did I know that what I wanted, I've had for 25 years. It was kind of like the blue bird of happiness. What you search far and wide for can be found in your own back yard. Go figure. I guess it just took us both to travel our own paths until we could meet up later in life, and for that, I count myself fortunate, and loved.