Every February, my mom visits us. This tradition started back in February of 2003 on a snow day. I will still in my pajamas, and Colby suddenly got very concerned that we didn’t have any milk. He insisted that at the very moment, weHAD to BOTH go to Food Lion and pick some up. I threw a coat on and followed him, feeling very confused.
We walked through the aisles, and I kept looking around, not sure what was going to happen. Then it happened. I heard the same dog whistle that my mother had always used to find us when we got separated in a store. I looked over by the eggs, and there she was. My mother, in a red feather boa, singing Let Me Call You Sweetheart (I sincerely apologize to everyone out there who does not have a mom who is nearly this fun). So, the tradition began. Last year, she even flew to Iceland for her annual visit.
This year’s visit included Bull Run Battlefield in Manassas, lots of bargain shopping, and lots of episodes of The Middle. The highlight of the trip, however, came when we were driving on 395 North to Reagan National Airport… and she tried to convince me that if we wore HELMETS in the car, the chances of us getting into an accident and getting brain damage would significantly decrease.
I LOVE MY MOM!!
