Easter is coming up this weekend. I'm going to spend the weekend in Ottawa with Sasha's family and Monique, but I'm also only human. Holidays like this leave me feeling really homesick, especially when I know that even my brother, who lives in BC, will be there without me.
Lucky for me, my mom e-mailed me this morning with words of reassurance that only a mother can provide:
"Have a good weekend. We will think of you maybe at Auntie Bev's."*
Key word being maybe.
It's nice to know that they might take a second to think of me, but aren't entirely sure yet if they'll remember to think of me.
*Okay, I admit what she probably meant was they might be at my Auntie Bev's, but aren't sure yet. However, knowing my mother, there is an equal chance she could have meant it the way I originally read it. She's a funny lady.