Hop with an e. Ever watch little ones when they are excited. They hop around, do a little dance, a little “please, please” whirl of anticipation, hoping they get their heart’s desire. I woke up hoping this morning that Mom will open her eyes and be happy to see me and talk to me with clear thinking, instead of “I’m-mad-and-if-I-keep-my-eyes-closed-and-I-will-not-talk-and-the-world-will-go-away.” At least I’m not getting the “Your not my Mother. I’m not your Mother” speech. On this Easter morning, I am hoping for a small miracle when I visit my mom today. I am hoping she will be happy to see me and we will talk and laugh together about wonderful things and memories. Here is to hoping with a little hop and a whirl of anticipation. Happy Easter. Stay safe, warm, and very much-loved.
April 24, 2011