My mom arrives tomorrow morning here in Vancouver. My apartment is somewhat messy. Me, well I’m just a procrastinating 😉
Actually this visit has been a long time coming. The first time my folks attempted a visit to Vancouver the airline they purchased their tickets from went bankrupt two days before their flight was to leave. The second time was supposed to be this summer. Well, it is autumn now, and three and half years later and this planned trip is actually happening tomorrow, albeit without my dad and brother because they are working and out moose hunting. But my MOM is flying to Vancouver all the way from Saint John. My mom. My mom and me.
I am at a loss of words. Needless to say I am happy she is coming. I’ll get to be a tourist again. This is the first time she is flying alone. This is the first time she has been to Vancouver. This is her first time she will be separated from my dad for a week. This is the first time we will be together where we both are healthy and for the most part pretty happy
My mess is calling me right now. The dishes, the laundry, the sweeping and the mopping… This reminds me of a crocheted poem that has hung in my parents kitchen since, well ever since I can remember.
Cleaning and Scrubbing
Can wait ’til tomorrow
For babies grow up
We’ve learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cob webs
Dust go to sleep
I’m rocking my baby
And babies don’t keep.
My mom can wait ’til tomorrow though and the cleaning is getting done today.
I love you mom and can’t wait to see! xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
So which one is me and which one is my mom above in the photo? Maybe it’s obvious, but then again it may not be. 😉