There are Moments

There are so many moments I want to pick up a phone and call Mom. Just to tell her something the dogs did, or a story about something I've seen. I used to joke with her. I would tell her I was sending the dogs "back." Both of them came from the east coast, and arrived in Seattle via air (Sage in first class, of course, Annie in cargo). And my mother would say: well, send them here first. It was almost a ritual with us. Then we would laugh. I would ask what she would do with them once they go there and she would say, with a hint of mischievousness in her voice: oh, I don't know...

And that game would continue until she would admit she would just love them...

There are moments, many many moments, I miss.

Murphy's day.