Two years ago, Mom died. I was just sitting here thinking of what to write in this post and my brother called.
He called just because he was thinking of me. He didn't remember what day it was. I told him I was just thinking about him too.
We shared news of the joys that are in our lives. We rejoiced in our children and grandchildren.
He told me not to cry, and go do a happy dance for Mom. So I'm going to dance around today and wiggle my butt in my too tight jeans, and think happy thoughts about Mom.