I Miss.....

I know I blog a lot about my mom, but she has been on my mind so much lately. I am happy to say that at least there isn't as much pain involved in these memories. I have been mentally compiling a list of the things that I miss most about her. It goes something like this....
- I miss her phones calls in the morning saying she has so much to do that she just doesn't feel like doing and would I go to lunch and blow the day with her.
- I miss waking up early and being first in line for the Nordstrom anniversary sale and driving home practicing my justifications of spending so much to Tony.(She was great and coming up with reasons why she needed to buy something, years of practice!)
- I miss sitting on the pink chairs in her room and watching some lame lifetime movie.
- I miss her setting the table for family gatherings a week in advance (it needed to be dusted before the day of the gathering.) She put such an effort into making everything beautiful.
- I miss talking through our problems together and feeling like I could help her and she always helped me.
- I miss her lame jokes that she said over and over until I thought I would die of embarassment if I had to listen to them one more time. (Like, It's all mind over matter, I don't mind and you don't matter, Shixty, Shix, for 66 you know the ones!)
- I miss her waving goodbye on her porch as I drove away. She would stand there and wave until she couldn't see us anymore.
- I miss trying on clothes with her and her saying she couldn't believe she had her mom's tummy, and did the clothes make her look fat. She also would say "I'm skin and bones, there is just too much space in between"
- I miss her making lite microwave popcorn and then melting a whole cube of butter to pour on top.
- I miss eating at Olive Garden and her saying she was going to eat something lite and then order the fettucine.
- I miss the way she could make me laugh, and the way she would laugh at herself.
- I miss the way she made everything seem magical and possible.
- I miss watching chick flicks with her and looking over and seeing her compeltely absorbed and smiling from ear to ear.
- I miss her smell!
- I miss her hands, she had the most beautiful nails all the time.
- I miss her voice, on the phone she sounded so seductive and soft.
- I miss her smile and the way her eyes would wrinkle when she laughed.
- I miss her talking about her love for the Savior and feeling like she really knew him and loved him with every ounce of her being.
- I miss her being proud of little accomplishments I made that she didn't think she could do, like tiling, or painting.
- I miss the way she decorated her house for the holidays. Especially Christmas.
- Most of all I miss having her part of my daily life. I feel like there will always be a hole that is missing.