Sunny and *cough cough

I only saw my mom briefly today and not at all yesterday. This blows. I’m sick and when you combine that with a past of smoking, well, it isn’t pretty. I went outside to give Belle her doggy medicine and I caught my mom outside. She was walking along the edge of the grass, looking up at the lemon tree. This tree has been here since I can remember (at least 20 years). She looked so… hopeful. Maybe she was daydreaming. Since we couldn’t actually hug, we hugged from afar. She stretched out her arms and I stretched out mine, We each ended this “hug” by wrapping our arms around ourselves like it was the other giving the hug. She insisted on making me some tea to help my throat. But I convinced her it was okay, I had already had some tea (it was a lie). Just like that, she went inside the house.

We’re suppose to have company over in a bit for a BBQ. She probably won’t be outside for too long. Not going to lie; the moment she goes inside, so will I. She knows how I feel about crowds (doesn’t matter if you are family). I want to cuddle with her. Usually when I’m sick, I can lay my head on her lap and she’ll softly stroke my head. Because, you know, she’s my mom.