five weeks

Today has been five weeks since I have had a conversation with my mother. So far, the hardest thing for me has been fighting the urge to pick up the phone and call her. I am pretty sure that it won't get better, but I will remember more quickly that I can't call her. Like last week, Erin and I were decorating cupcakes and I wanted to call and ask her what icing tip to use to make flowers, or I wanted to call and tell her about Chris's conference, and call and tell her how silly Brooks has been lately. I am posting this to remind all of you to pick up the phone and CALL YOUR MOTHER! Even if she rambles for thirty minutes about seemingly unimportant things, or tells you what to do, or complains about work or family, call her. I promise you will miss it when you can't do it anymore.