"I have to go see Connie, today," mom told me over the phone this morning. "I always worry about the small talk."
I chuckled. "Me and you are just alike," I told her emphatically.
"Hey?" I said excitedly.
"I'll drive you and we'll get us a bag of Fritos and a Diet Coke afterwards!"
"That sounds wonderful!" mom replied and told me she would pick me up at 2.
Mom went on and on about Connie and what she has done for her over the years.
"She got me out of pain. I couldn't walk."
Dad says Connie is just a glorified body massage and an expensive one at that. Technically, she is called soft tissue therapy. This drives momma nuts.
"I hate it when your father say's that!"
Mom went on and on about what me going with her meant to her when we got back to my house.
"I get lonely over in that big house of ours all day!"
It warmed me heart and did it good. I love you, mom!