We went to a friend's house last night for a party. We haven't seen them in a long while, so we were looking forward to the visit. Plus, we know that Chris frequently invites his band mates and there's a little concert to be enjoyed. :-)
Chris' mom was there. We've met her before and she remembers us because her husband used to always talk to Jay about flying. :-) I was fine while we visited and chatted. I was fine until Chris started playing and his mom moved across the room to a rocking chair to watch Chris.
All of a sudden I couldn't breathe and was really having to work to hold back tears. I finally got up and went outside for a few minutes. When I collected myself, I went back in and sat back down, but I couldn't stay. I had to go back outside. Jay followed me the 2nd time. He knew. I had a good cry and just stayed away from the living room for the rest of the evening.
I think I was fine until I saw her being a proud, loving mom in action. Watching her watch her son ... it's how we saw mom at big gatherings and such when she was watching one of us or the kids. I want that again. I miss that.
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