I don't know why. But I am missing my family extra this week.
All I want to do is lay on the couch with my head on my mom's leg, have her play with my hair and rub my arm while we watch An Affair to Remember.
When it's over, she'll make her homemade malt thingy and I'll drool with anticipation.
We'll eat it outside by the fire pit in the dark. And we will laugh about nothing.
Then the next morning, I'll wake up to pancakes.
My dad will have the funnies set aside for me and coffee left in the pot.
He will then show me how the Aggies are doing sports wise. I'll ask what else is going on in the world. He will tell me.
When he leaves to "clean up", Mom and I will talk about how we slept and what we want to do that day.
We will all go to a movie.
Then when we get back I will pack my bags and load up my car.
My heart will hurt again. Much like it does now.