In my heart and mind I do the things I wish I still could:
I close my eyes and lay my head on mom's shoulder while sitting next to her. She rolls her head over and there we sit in calm silence, just being together.
Her love language was quality time. I took me until my mid to late 20s to figure that out.
Interestingly enough that's my dad's love language too.
To make them both feel loved, I'd spend every Sunday after church with them until 10 when I'd drive over to my apartment.
With love language tanks full, we were ready for another week.
I miss those days, but am so grateful for all of them.
There's nothing I wouldn't give for a lazy Sunday afternoon with them.
