the little things

i usually talk to my mom everyday. maybe only for a few minutes, maybe about nothing in particular, but still, usually everyday.

she's been gone for the past week on this silly mini-vacay with my dad. and i was quite surprised to realized that i kinda missed our quick daily chats. over the past week there were so many things that i would have liked to tell her and couldn't. because she wasn't there to listen! you think i'm crazy don't you?

i typically will call her on my walk to the subway or on my way home from the gym - "hi. i'm on my way here. did you find out about this? how's that going? oh, and yesterday this happened..." - etc, etc, you see what i'm saying. so this week i found myself picking up my phone to call her, when i remembered that she wasn't there. it's a weird feeling not telling her whatever little random things i think of on a daily basis. totally throws me off. i don't like it.

AND today is mom's birthday. so i felt like this post dedicated to her was fitting for today. and also...

happy happy birthday mommy! i love you very much!

thanks for coming back from cruising so that i can talk to you everyday again. apparently i still like you to know where i am and what i'm doing. will i ever grow out of that? better question, do you want me to?

love!