there have been many days in the last few years where i feel like my mom. or can at least envision her at this stage of life. what she looked like. what she wore. conversations she had. but none more than today.
for her to drive. 16 hours.
to a new house.
5 miles from me.
just like gramma dorie did in 1982.
to be near her daughter in texas. and her grandkids.
there is a lot of anticipation.
and a little pressure.
and endless excitement.