My mom and I are very different people. I am a spitting image of my dad. Behavior, mannerisms, sense of humor, nose… We are more similar than I would sometimes like to admit. But what I love most about my mom is that she just gets me. And since I just moved roughly 2,000 miles further away from her than my previous residence, I really look forward to our daily phone calls.
I know she is the one person I can always depend on to pick up on the other end and keep me company for a few minutes (or more often, hours). And don’t get me started on her newfound affinity for texting.
It’s a tiny pleasure I simply couldn’t live without!