1. She called me yesterday about 20 minutes after my meltdown about the girls leaving. I completely believe she has this cosmic connection where she knows when I need picked up.
2. These. It’s a collection of Trixie Belden books. She read the originals growing up, as did my sister and I, oh and about every other female in our family. They ran starting in 1948 as girl detective novels and what is great about them is that Trixie is just a regualar tomboy, not hoity toity like Ms. Nancy Drew.
When they were reissued in hardback my Mom started collecting them for me for Christmas and my birthday. They were given a special spot on my bookshelf with my collected hardback Harry Potter books.
When I left my husband, he took them, my beloved books, because he was mad about me also taking our computer. When I cursed him about it, he told me he took them because he knew how much I loved them. I can only imagine now they are gone, since he doesn’t seem to have a place of residence.
So at Christmastime, I opened a very heavy box, with my Mom pleading with me to not cry. Here is what I found. She’s still on the lookout for #11 and #12. Needless to say I did cry. But not because I was upset. Because I have an absolutely fantastic Mother, who continues to astound me with how much she cares for me.