A few months ago, I started wearing mom’s wedding ring on my right pinkie finger.  It was a little loose, but not able to just slip off.  Now my pinkie is fatter than before and my ring is snug as a bug.

Recently, I lost my ring on my last morning in Brevard.  I remember packing up my clothes and shoving them into my bag.  Afterwards, something didn’t feel right.  OMG, my ring was gone!  Oh boy, it could be in a million places.  I did a Samanthaism, “Oh well, if it’s meant to be found, great, if not, then I’m ok with it too.”

After a few days back home, Sean texted me saying, “Who lost a ring? Mimi just found one in a towel.”

You gotta be kidding me.  Is it a magic ring and just appeared out of nowhere?  Is it my mom playing a trick on me with Mom Mimi?  What is it?

I know.  It’s a connection between me and my moms.  I love spending time and laughing with my Mom Mimi.  I love her and she loves me.  Mom Mimi is smart, witty, funny as hell, and sees all.  She has a way of looking inside you.

Spend time with your loved ones and love them for who they are.