My phone lights up at six in the morning. A short buzz signals the delivery of a text message. Without thought, I know who it's from, though I can never guess what the contents of the message may be.
Get good pictures yesterday?
Tv on fox - check, glass of wine - check. Ok I'm ready!
Old navy sales - 2 pair flip flops $5!
To most people, it's useless chatter. A running dialog of everyday nonsense. But to my mom and I, its simply our way. Our way of checking in. Our way of keeping up. Our way of saying I'm thinking of you. I don't need to spell out the words "I love you" to mean them or to convey them. All I have to do is feel them, and I know that she knows.
Because she's my mom. And that's just the way we work.
