How do Moms do it?
They always know.
Even now that I am an adult my Mom still knows best.
Since the events in Paris on Friday I couldn’t help tearing up over the weekend a few times. I tried to make sure I was by myself or in the shower so nobody saw.
Saturday afternoon my Mom asked if I was ok and if I needed a hug. Yes please!
I asked how she knew I needed a hug.
She told me that I had the same look on my face the night before her hip surgery. Worried and scared.
Sunday was a better day. I made lasagna and meatballs and it came out yummy!
The Patriots beat the Giants.
I pulled out some old paperback books to donate to the library for them to sell at one of their book sales.