After A Month Of Showering My Mother With Love ... -

I started texting her “good morning” with a specific memory. “Remember when you taught me to ride a bike and you ran behind me so long you threw up?” Her reply: “You almost killed me.” Then, three minutes later: “That was a good day.”

We danced. Two clumsy people in a too-small kitchen, stepping on each other’s feet, laughing like teenagers. There was no audience. There was no reason. There was just love, abundant, ridiculous, long-overdue love. After a month of showering my mother with love ...