Dear Mommom,
It's been a very crazy 36 hours. Work related. Nothing major. Just busting my ass to get a project finished on a very, very tight deadline. I got home from work around 9 last night. Since the project was filed this afternoon, I left right at 5 today because I am pretty brain dead.
When I got home, I stopped at the mailbox to pick up the mail. Along with an array of people wanting my money and/or trying to sell me things, there was a Harry & David catalog (which technically falls into the category of people wanting to sell me things). On the cover, there were lovely gifts available for Mother's Day. At the mailbox (which is in a big locked cluster out in identity theft country, not like what you are used to), I immediately burst into tears. That catalog was this slap in the face that this would be my first Mother's Day in which I don't get to send you a card and be thankful that you are in my life. It was a painful realization. Just as I'm sure I will have similar feelings on your birthday. Just as I have similar feelings every time I see an orchid. (This week was Administrative Professional's Day and I strongly considered getting my assistant an orchid, but I wasn't sure how I would handle that sort of reminder at her desk every day. Sometimes, it is hard enough having you watch over me from the picture with Paul and Theresa and Poppop. So I went with a different flower arrangement that was quite lovely, but didn't have the sentiment attached to it that an orchid would have had.)
I miss you deeply and think of you every day.
Love,
Danielle
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