So Marissa spent the weekend with the "others" right? She went to Alabama (that's where her other family is from). She came back with a vicious "hey y'all". Every time I talk to her, I feel like I should be sitting on a rocking chair in front of my trailer waiting for someone named Paw to deliver today's mail.
But here's the interesting thing about the trip.............
I pick her up, we hug, we kiss, YES I cried. Whatever, I cry during Hallmark commercials so this was a moment for me.
We get in the car and the FIRST thing she says is, "Sorry I didn't call you that much Mommy but when I missed you, I looked at your picture on the wall and blew kisses."
Me - What do you mean a picture of me on the wall?
Missy - The one of you and my daddy on their wall. I wasn't born yet.
Me - There's a picture of me and your dad at your Great Grandparents house?
Missy - Yep. On the wall. In a frame. You look pretty, but you look young.
Me - So I look old now?
Missy - No, you just don't have the wrinkles by your eyes in that picture.
UM, OK.......first of all, I am not even 30. There are no wrinkles (none that I care to admit thank you very much).
Second of all, Billy and I haven't been together in 4 years (this month). Think Granny it's time to take the picture down? I AM SURE his girlfriend loves seeing a 10 year old picture of me on their wall. Ok, fine I'll admit it. It gave me a little smirk. And a giggle. Definitely a giggle.