Momma was here for a bit over a week.
It was amazing. Wonderful. Everything. Love.
We did so much. But most importantly, we laughed, danced and loved.
I really had a hard time taking her to the airport.
When we hugged goodbye at security, we hugged tight. Couldn’t let go. We were quiet, trying to gather ourselves, hold back tears. My mom finally composed, took a few breaths and said in my ear…
– I love you so much. Thank you for sharing your life with me.
I cried a bit harder, not knowing what to say. Then told her how much I loved her and we eventually parted ways.
When I got to the car, I cried more and I thought at the phrase, “Thank you for sharing your life with me.”
Wow. From my mother. Momma, you ARE my life. You are the life within me. The brightness of my being. Thank YOU for wanting to be a part of this messy, beautiful life of mine.
A life filled with constant striving. [except for nap time.]
A life with a soundtrack. [riddled with bad pop music… but mostly the good stuff…]
A life with goals.
A life with ambitions.
I’ve been feeling on the verge of something bigger. Something that takes the creative energy I’ve bottled up for so long now. It’s part of that life.
That life I want to share…
…even more than this one.
[it is a good life now; i can’t wait for it to get better.]
One of the things my Momma and I did…
After eating the most delicious eggplant curry made by the most amazing chef and a pretty damn good boyfriend [same person], enjoying local radio tunes, smiles, toasts, we danced into the night laughing our way to being even more in love with each other.
And mostly to this song…
[kinda the most amazing thing.]