After A Month Of Showering My Mother With — Love ... [upd]
In the first week, I fell into the trap of thinking love was material. I bought candles, scarves, and specialty teas. While she appreciated them, I noticed her eyes truly lit up when I sat down on the sofa, put my phone in the other room, and asked, "Tell me about that summer in 1974 again."
Sitting together without distractions, phones, or background television. After a month of showering my mother with love ...
As the thirty days came to a close, I realized I couldn't stop. The "shower of love" had become a gentle, refreshing rain that I intended to continue for the rest of our lives. In the first week, I fell into the
"Go on," she said, her voice a gentle nudge. "I’ll be here when you get back." As the thirty days came to a close,
However, by the end of week one, the suspicion turned into genuine delight.



