little ways

I looked around today and saw all the little ways my parents love me. The kitchen, for example is chock-full of all the things I love to eat- they could just as easily buy things that satisfy them, but they don't. They never do. My mother once told me she'd rather go without than have any of her children wanting. I believe her because I see her try. This morning my mother told me I was all grown up. The look in her eyes and the tone in her voice suggested resistance, but, it was a melancholy resistance that I knew she knew wouldn't win.

To love someone in little ways is sometimes the best way to make them see it. Today, I will think of all the little ways I know that I am loved.


QOTD
"I've got a mullet now, I can do whatever the hell I want."
-Edgar-

"Oh that sucks...I would miss me too."
-Erika-

"It has come to our attention that since New Orleans smells very badly, we should all pitch in and send you there, so that people that are subjected to your smell should not have to suffer anymore. We figure that in New Orleans, you would fit right in. Not only that, but since you rarely bathe down, there you could do it in the funk waters and not lose your distinct odor. So, if you are interested in relocating, let us know."
-Luis- (my brother is a catastrophe, but I adore him.)