At 6.30am my alarm goes off. Only a few minutes earlier than it usually does. I get up, make my coffee (which is really espresso in what Italians call a mocha maker) and turn on the Ipad to read the newspaper. I have to be at the train station to pick up my mom at 8am, she is flying in on Delta: Denver – New York – Milan, then taking the train to the city. Quite the international traveller she’s become..
My emails automatically download while I am waiting for the newspaper to download, a never ending process of downloading.. I have a quick look at my mail. Then I see it. An email from my mom. She wont be waiting for me at the train station this morning, because she missed her plane.. and do not ask me how, but this is my mom. Tomorrow she will arrive to stay for one month. One full month, the kids are over the roof with excitement,and I am happy to have her here. Even S-man is happy, but then maybe that’s because I haven’t yet told him how long she is staying..
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