Sometimes I think my mom understands me less than anyone else I know. Tonight she wanted to talk about how Christ-centered a wedding was because there were so many admonishments for the groom about spiritually leading his family. Then it was on to several stories about couples my age, and how happy they are, advancing to the fact that my younger brother is dating someone who will be with us for Thanksgiving. We followed that up with getting my gift advice for my friend City’s wedding reception—a glass pitcher with a verse engraved or a plate that says “you are loved.” I admit I was in a snippy mood by then and told her that buying large, breakable items for people who are flying out for events is never advisable and that my friends are not the crafty, country types.
The worst part about this is that this morning I had a girl crying in my office about the death of her mother 5 years ago. She can’t stand walking through the halls and hearing people complain about their parents because she just wishes she had parents.
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