I just had the most surreal experience. Things are nutty here at work today, so I decided to clean out my purse real quick. And yes, that does make sense in my mind. I noticed that my tylenol is all over the bottom of my purse rather than in the little metal pill thing I carry. Even weirder is that the little metal pill thing is still closed. So I open it, and to my great surprise I find a little red plastic pencil-topper in the shape of a penis and a Texas state quarter. I have the most bizarre life ever.
I'm worried to death about Izzy right at the moment however, so I just don't have time to ponder how those two items ended up my little metal pill thing. My seven year old niece has been at church camp this week, and it seems she had a nightmare last night that her parents were kidnapped, so she called them to come and get her. My sister, her mom, is a wreck. She just wants to wrap her arms around her baby girl and tell her it's all okay.
My mom is headed up to get Maddie now - the camp is only about an hour and a half away - and then she'll take her to my sister's work so Maddie can see her mom. Poor baby. She just misses her momma. The reason I'm worried about Izzy is that she's taking him with her, of course. I don't mind, especially since they are going to stop at my Grandma's, who lives the next town over from Maddie's camp, but I worry because he's going to be so far away from me. Mom has made that drive probably at least 2000 times in her life, and she's never got into an accident or anything, but still I worry.
Izzy's my baby, and I swear I can feel that invisible tie that binds us stretching way to thin over all of those miles. I wish I could snap it, and send him flying back to my arms, too. I guess no matter how old your baby gets, a mom's arms always ache to hold them.
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