and I am ok with that!
For those that don’t know, my mom and I are tight…..VERY tight……I am an only child and even though we have had a few rough years (who doesn’t?) we are closer today than we have ever been…..
There is one thing that my mother taught me, which is probably my favorite thing she taught me, and that’s how to love. My mom and dad divorced when I was 13 and she remarried the love of her live when I was about 18. I spent my early adult years being witness to a couple who was crazy about each other…..who still looked at each other 10 years later like they had the day they married…..who cuddled and touched and kissed and hugged and called each other pet names….seriously….it was disgusting……and I would spend the next 20 years looking and longing for that very same thing…..
I knew what I wanted….a man who adored me like Doc adored my mother….a man who would hold my face in his hands and look into my eyes and tell me he loved me more than life itself…..and man who I would catch looking at me across a room with love in his eyes…..
and I found it…..
She/they taught me to cherish every moment together……and not to get annoyed at the little things…..and to embrace his charming little quirks….and not to be afraid to love with all my heart…..
As I walk into this hospital every morning and say hello to my sweetheart….I hear my mother’s voice….full of cheer and love and hugs and cuddles……and I love the fact that I love just like her……