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Open Letter To Mom - Checking In

Mom?
Were you checking in on me the other day because I cried? Or was it a routine check-in, and I happened to catch you in the act?

How do I know it was you, you ask? Simple - the undeniable aroma of fresh cut roses, from your rose garden in a place that it's just not possible to have. In addition, it was bone-chilling cold when I passed by, but it was clearly higher than usual room temperature.

Lastly... This is about sixth time I experienced this, which is the same every single time. 

I digress!

Anyways, I was crying because my heart was touched and overwhelmed with joy, not of sadness. Yeah sure, I'll acknowledge work hardship, and difficulties have me stressed, but it's a job. Honestly, not receiving a promotion I didn't earn hasn't upset me. Much less bring me to tears. 

No, ma'am.

It was this experience last weekend. Picture this. Easter Sunday. I returned from Norwescon in the mid-day. Cher text me the standard exchange of information, and pleasantries. She mentioned it would be great if I could join her, her daughters and their exchange student for rally to the tulips!

WCP and I had nothing that couldn't keep, so we jetted north. We even joined up Cher's BFF, Nicole and her family. 

We had a BLAST! The girls were not lathargetic in the least bit. Cher and I suspect that the week their dad has them they run them ragged therefore need a weekend off to decompress. Not today!

After it was all said and done, it was time to say goodbye. As WCP and I strolled to our vehicle, Sony (our pet name for Sonja) burst out of the house in her PJ's but barefoot. 

"Los!" she spoke up. "I want a hug, so it can last me the week." 

She leapt up a bit so I could cradle her in my arms to give her a ginormous hug. She requested one from Charrina was well. Then in a flash she disappeared into the house. 

I couldn't believe it. I was stunned into speechlessness. She's never done that before. So I cried that night, but only tears of joy - not of sadness. 

Just wanted you to know.

Laters,
'los

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