little mom has come and gone...

i just drove mom to the airport.
goodbyes are always hard for her.
because she call us pieces of her heart moving outside of her body.

the past 5 days with her have been a blur.
a great blur.
the kind of blur that when you look back, gives you wonderful warm memories.

here are just a few:

me and mom outside of the cat and the custard cup

hilltop friends!

the jackson sisters
"no one mourns the wicked..."
jane, katherine, me and mom at wicked!
santa monica beaches
a tiny sliver of sun in the sky
the santa monica pier

love you

she is now northbound on a plane, watching the midwest roll by underneath her.
when she gets off the plane she will be greeted by 50 degree weather and the four guys at home who have missed her alot.
she might be tempted to wish for a forecast of 80 and breezy.

but i know a part of her always stays out here with me.
though her body boarded the plane, her heart is here in CA.

i hope she calls me when she gets in.
so i can tell her again how much i loved having her out here;
how wonderful it was to have her all to myself.

and that i cant wait to see her again...

in a month