I talked to my Mama for a while tonight. I long to be with her and take a walk with her holding hands. To talk intimately with her. It's a hard season for her and I wish to be there. Wish to talk to her about life, what she's going through, all face to face. Several deaths, a trying work environment, and so many other things are so difficult for her.
It's funny how as you grow older, how much a mother becomes more of a friend than a mother.
