like my mom

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.

i sit.


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.