Give a Warm Fuzzy Hug to Someone You Love

Today would have been my mom's 65th birthday. It is hard to articulate the emotions that linger. It was only a little over two months ago that she passed, but at the same time it feels so long ago. I ache horribly sometimes when I look at Landon laughing and smiling; I'm not a religious individual, but it helps to toy with the idea that she can look down and watch us play. I keep looking at Landon as if it was my mom looking at me as a baby 30 years ago and I feel so connected to the raw emotion that comes with that.


Although you always wish there was another five million chances to say "I love you", there are other random "if I had more time..." thoughts that pervade everyday life. Like breakfast potatoes: For the life of me, I can't make my breakfast potatoes taste like my mom's. I wish I could just call her up and ask what I am doing wrong with these spuds in a pan. I'm pretty sure the answer is to add more butter and that I have the pan too hot. I don't know - I guess I can figure things out on my own, I just rather hear my mom's voice deliver the answer. The irony doesn't escape me - for all the times I rolled my eyes and said "I knooow, Mom" when she was sitting in the peanut gallery, I now have a mirrored amount of "I don't know, Mom" questions.

I've said it before and I'll say it again - my mom gave THE best hugs in the world. It was a cozy, warm, pull you in and hang on kind of hug. Please dole out some extra fuzzy hugs today to help us celebrate her life.