My mom left yesterday after a really wonderful visit. It’s rare that my family makes the trek towards our direction (I usually go there), so the visit was extra special to me.

We ate. (Lobster Macaroni and Cheese.)

We shopped. (Cute fall boots.)

We sat on the couch and had mother/daughter bonding time that I so miss when I don’t see her.

It’s nice to have my parents visit now — in our own home, not some rented college beach house. Where I can make them our famous enchiladas for dinner and show them our little beach town. Where I can show off my newly painted bathroom and feel pride when I get the parental approval. Because no matter how old we get, aren’t we always looking for it?


She gets along with my husband, too. Couldn’t ask for more.

I miss you already, Mom. Come back soon!