I just received a little care package from my parents:) You know, the essentials...face cream, birth control, mail that has yet to be re-routed to CO, and of course a snippet from the NY Times. I can always count on m&d to think of us as they go about there Sunday ritual...sprawling out in the living room with the paper spread out between them. My mother with the book list..my dad, art & leisure and always travel. Reading ravenously through each page..soaking up vast amounts of information as quickly as possible as they sip on hot coffee (that quickly turns into bloody mary's, it is Sunday afterall!) But they always think of me.
Every now and again, I can count on a couple articles torn out and sent over for my viewing. However, there is always a reason for each tear...
- Demand- ie: Swine Flu! ( "please go get your flu shot")
- Homage to things I love- ie: the STYLE section ( "look honey, these girls in NYC look just like you and your girlfriends!!")
- Business-ie: article on insurance ("make sure you guys have all this taken care of...you know if somethings happens to you, you must have all your ducks in a row..."
- Misc..these are my favorite...restaurants in Denver I should check out, a list of popular beers they think the husband would enjoy, a new book I should read, or just an interesting piece on an artist they think I would enjoy.
No matter what it is...these little snippets make my day. It reminds me that even when I am gone they are always thinking about me. Not in the obsessive, sad, hunt you down sort of way...but in the sweet, adoring, thoughtful way. It is so wonderful to me that little moments, people and things in our daily life can remind us of those we love. No matter how many thousand miles apart we may be. What an honor.
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