Today's Mother's Day and she and I are separated by thousands of miles. I'm trying not to think about that. Normally we would go to mass, visit by grandmother at the cemetery, then the movies for something good and action packed and finally the Belize restaurant. She might even be able to convince me to go to Costco or Macy's or some random furniture store. We'd stumble into a book store laughing and joking and head straight for the historical romances. Of course, she's already read everything. We talk about our favorites...definitely the bride series.
You see, what I described isn't just Mother's day...it's my life with my mom. Celebratory, fun, happy. My mom has what many call charisma. A certain twinkle and light that make people flock to her. They tell her secrets and she's been known to weep with strangers. She doesn't know how to fake it, she doesn't pull any punches. She taught me and my siblings to walk the walk, or rather skip...because life's too short to worry about the past.
My mom still believes in signing our Christmas presents..."love, Santa." You can't leave her home without something. If you even seem like you want it, it's yours. She loves spy movies and is the most well-read person I have EVER met. She will cook anything we ask for and wash the dishes. Her home is always filled with dancing, music and good warm smells. She hugs and kisses us for no reason. She reads to us aloud and has the most beautiful accent. She can't tell a joke but she knows when something is funny. We talk about everything, and she's totally candid. She has beautiful skin and stands over 5'8." She is my mom...I am her honey bee. Forever