I’m tired and sleepy.
But I realize that I am happiest sitting in my mom’s place in the kitchen table, waiting for cookies/cupcakes to be ready to be taken out of the oven.
I miss late nights with mom. Having dinner, while she watches and asks about my day. I would’ve probably told her today, “I bought the nicest top for half the price! I look like I’m part of the Mamma Mia cast.” She would’ve probably just nodded and smiled.
It never goes away.
