potatoes

Today my husband is cooking for our family Thanksgiving dinner. He starts cooking the potatoes and it takes me back to a few days ago. A memory. I'm peeling potatoes at Mom's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Out of the blue, for no reason whatsoever, she comes up and hugs me and kisses me, and tells me "I love you." And then she walks away. I'll never- as long as I live- peel a single potato, without remembering that moment. I love you too Mom. Always. I love you too.