There are very few nights in my life growing up that hold stronger memories in my mind like Sunday nights. Not only of course because I was always sad to see the weekend go, but because I can clearly recall how the light looked in my parents' bedroom, the sound of my mom's laughter while watching "America's Funniest Home Videos", and the feel of her nails as she scratched my back ever so lightly while I laid on my dad's side of the bed watching her little TV along side her.
Those are the moments that I miss with such fierceness that it hurts. Those simple times when everything was OK. When you never thought your world would be turned upside down before your eyes. When you had your mommy and never in a million years thought that you would lose her and her finger nails running down your back so soon.
I wish she were here to do this with our girls....two hands, two backs.
I only hope that I can make those memories with our girls...even if I die when I'm 101 and they're in their 70s...I want them to always remember Sunday nights.
