A Twinge.

I love my roommates. To the core. And could not think better of them. I think the same of my friends, and lift them up with such great respect and esteem... that it hurts when I see my humanness leak through...

Today, one roommates mom flies in for a long weekend. To spend with her, shopping, cooking, and talking.

One roommates mom had wedding planning books all wrapped up for her the day she got engaged, ready to aid in the process of planning.

The other roommate had a phone call with her mom to help her pick out interview outfits for big her trip to London.

I sink a bit in sadness for myself, and admitting my own hurt. I would wish nothing better for these women, and am completely excited for all of them. This post has nothing to do with them/that at all. But it has to do with me, and that this week I feel a twinge of jealousy, hurt, and hidden anger... because I no longer have a mom for any of those things. It doesn't seem fair that she isn't here. Most of the time I can accept this as fact, and blow off any pity-party that it may entail.

But today, I am admitting the humanness I see -- painfully recognizing this twinge in me.