Remember when our mom's used to cook Sunday dinner wearing their aprons and the house smelled soooo good? I wear an apron occasionally, but my house doesn't smell nearly as good...I don't get it. The point is, when do I cut them? With my son on his mission in Canada, I have learned just how fast time goes. He sent his weekly email today. I always try to be online when he is on so I can maybe email back and forth with him, at least for a little bit. It makes me feel happy. Today was no exception. We emailed back and forth three times before my last email I sent him didn't get a response. It was sad in a way. It's like you are close enough to touch, but not. Don't get me wrong. I am so proud of him and would never want him to be anywhere else at this time of his life. It's hard when they are on a mission because you can't just pick up the phone any time and talk or text. He comes home in 6 months and I find that apron string is still attached! I had better find some sharper scissors!
Ok here's a P.S. Sam just emailed back. My day is now complete! I am happy. :)
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Only six more months! I can't believe it! He'll be a new and improved version of himself. Yep, he'll need to let go of the apron strings. Next thing you know you'll be planning a wedding!
I totally know what you mean. My apron strings don't want to be cut either.
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