At the beginning of the summer season Joe and I moved into a second floor flat and my mum moved into the first floor flat just beneath us. They are a mirror image of each other and we often laugh at how similar our decorating styles are. It wouldn’t be that far a stretch for a visitor to get confused about which apartment they were in.
At first we were all a little hesitant about living so close to one another. Everything is turning out well though and our worries were for naught.
Last weekend we all went to visit my daughter together and it was very sweet for my mum to be able to visit with her great-grandchildren.
Last night I had to make a few stops on the way home from work and my mum texted my cell to make sure I was Okay…
At the end of the day it’s the little things that we do for each other that make us feel loved and appreciated…and while I got a bit of a chuckle out of the fact that I am 56 years old and am getting calls from my mother when I’m late coming home…it’s truly a blessing to be here with her and know that we are nearby if she needs us.
And if I get into an accident on the way home and fall into a ditch where no one can see me and all I have is a half a bottle of water and one small candy bar…and I don’t have clean underwear on…I know I can depend upon my mum to text me and save my life…because she loves me.