Four months have come and gone, and one of the things I miss most is having a thought, or question, and calling mom to talk about it. I went to donate blood a few weeks back, and one of the volunteers at the center was very familiar. I thought to myself, if I called mom, she would know who this person is. But of course, I couldn't do that.
I tried to make a quiche, because John has not stopped taking about quiche since mom brought one over maybe a year ago, and I failed miserably. Mom's quiche was amzing. I wanted to call her, tell her how amazing her quiche was, and ask her how she made it so I might be able to try again.
I ran my best half marathon yet, finished on second base at Raley Field, and wished she was there to share it with me.
I'm sure I will have a million more moments like these.
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