My flight landed/arrived at the gate 25 minutes early.  So, I texted my Mom.  Knowing I had carry-on only luggage, she changed her plan to meet me in baggage claim and decided to not park and pick me up in the arrivals area – awesome.  (Because the last thing I want to do after a red eye flight where no one slept due to a medical emergency is hang out at the airport – don’t worry, medical situation okay – it was scary for a few minutes, but the woman was much better by the time we landed.)

So, I popped the luggage into the trunk and hopped in the Mustang.  She drove away like we had just robbed a bank.  She hurried me home, knowing I wanted to see my Dad before he headed out to work – awesome.  She drove me to the Diner, knowing I’d want Diner coffee and maybe some food – awesome.  Then, back to the house.

She’s been looking forward to seeing me; you know, mother-daughter bonding time.  However, knowing my legs hurt from my plane ride, she was perfectly happy (and I mean it, she was so cool) chatting to me while I ran four miles on the treadmill in the basement.  She even read me her latest cover letter (she’s looking for a new job, hopefully part-time) and we went over some fixes – awesome.

Then, as if I wasn’t completely relaxed already, she explains that she’s going to the store – I’m sure she did really need to go to the store, but she also realized that some alone time would be nice for me to shower and stuff without having to rush around - awesome.

It’s amazing how relaxed I feel – how great she is at just being simply her.  I have a tight schedule to keep and a packed agenda this weekend and it was lovely to be able to do exactly what I wanted to do for the first three hours of my stay at her house.  Thanks, Mom, you rock!