It was your typical Finals week Monday. A beautiful sunny day and everyone cooped up inside snacking on Nachos, reviewing the differences between Hinduism and Buddhism and Laughing over the pages of All my friends are dead. That is, right when I hear someone walking up the stairs and I turn to see my mom. MY MOM. Right here in Utah. Behind her pops a little boy who I swear has grown five inches since last I saw him. I couldnt help myself. Those bodies were begging to be hugged by me. It was like one of those slow motion moments that you see in the movies. A rumbled girl in pjs- running to the stairs and just holding that little boy in her arms for eternity. I can't tell you how much I missed my family and how great that little monster is at giving hugs. After a few tears, all of the smiles, and a quick brownie to share. They were off. And I watched happily from the window.
Sighhhhhh :'))
P.S. Becca's getting married thursday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
