Every time I listen to this song. I think about my mom. She loves this song. Every time I miss my mom I listen to this song. I love my mom.

Here where I live now, my husband and his brothers and sister live a stone’s throw away, so everyday their mom can see her children and grandchildren.

I can’t help but feel jealous when they visit their mom so often and laugh and share stories until late.

I keep feeling I’m on the outside and thinking how my mom would love to have that too.

Sorry for the sad post. Maybe it’s just me PMS-ing. Which if is true, makes it even sadder, to know we’ve failed to conceive again.