Welcome to a page of my book, "Exploring Home."
This is an excerpt from that book- pages 34-35.
On the last Mother’s Day that my mom was alive, I went on a long weekend getaway to visit her. But the visit turned into something we didn’t expect, and Mom and I didn’t even have five minutes alone through those three days.
Frustrated and disappointed, the night before I was leaving to go back home, I asked her if she would like to spend a late Mother’s Day together. I proposed waking up at six a.m., grabbing tea and donuts, and then driving around until we found cool spots to explore and take pictures. She loved the idea, so we planned that night to set our alarm clocks and do it.
In our sweatpants, we jumped in the car that next morning. After grabbing tea and donuts, we spent the next few hours laughing, talking, singing, and stopping at the side of the road to capture a picture or two. The air was super crisp, the sky just the perfect amount of cloudy, and the roads were empty. My mom glowed as she drove me to some of her favorite, local abandoned spots—one a broken-down outhouse—and even got out of the car to enter some of the decrepit houses with me. We shared that morning as not only mother and daughter, but as friends. It was by far the best Mother’s Day I ever had with my mom, and I will never forget it.
Frustrated and disappointed, the night before I was leaving to go back home, I asked her if she would like to spend a late Mother’s Day together. I proposed waking up at six a.m., grabbing tea and donuts, and then driving around until we found cool spots to explore and take pictures. She loved the idea, so we planned that night to set our alarm clocks and do it.
In our sweatpants, we jumped in the car that next morning. After grabbing tea and donuts, we spent the next few hours laughing, talking, singing, and stopping at the side of the road to capture a picture or two. The air was super crisp, the sky just the perfect amount of cloudy, and the roads were empty. My mom glowed as she drove me to some of her favorite, local abandoned spots—one a broken-down outhouse—and even got out of the car to enter some of the decrepit houses with me. We shared that morning as not only mother and daughter, but as friends. It was by far the best Mother’s Day I ever had with my mom, and I will never forget it.
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