Time with My Mom

My mom had a chance to come visit us this past week and we loved every moment. It was most poignantly felt by Mia the morning she was no longer her. After crawling into my bed, she began to cry. It was a few minutes before I could make out what she was sad about. There was no more grandma sleeping in our office. I am sure she left exhausted from all the projects and cleaning she was slave labored into doing. Most days consisted of us giggling by a sewing machine or in front of a pile of beads. In between crafty moments, we hit the gym for Zumba fun. Nothing says mother/daughter bonding then shaking your stuff to a latin beat.

She did get in a few tourist things like Sea World and Rudy's, but not much more then that. Too much freedom makes for poor work ethic and we still had a fairy dress to finish and a wig to figure out.

Luckily, we get to go up to Utah in less then a month and we have back to back family visitors to help us cope with such a great loss. Until then, thanks for the memories and all the fun time giggling.