I know I love my Mom because I spent over five hours creating a photo book for her tonight.
These hours, I might add, are after I uploaded pictures a year ago and created the formatting a year before that. Four hours to place pictures and over analyze who she might want to see in the book and who might provoke her to make an “ew” face.
It is done. If only my email confirmation will come, so I can review the totally overpriced gift that she totally deserves. I’m a good person; even if I promised her a photo book of our wedding four years ago; even if she asks where it is about every two to three months. I just stopped answering her about it because I dreaded the tedious task. I know, it sounds terribly selfish, but I’ve done very heartfelt things in the meantime to make her feel loved and I’ve brought tears of joy several times. I would buy almost anything to not have to create this book. It’s not even a difficult thing to do, it’s just time consuming to get it right. Maybe I try to hard to make things perfect, once I finally get around to working on them.
In the middle of my upload tonight, the program froze. I walked into the bedroom and woke my husband, (yes, another selfish move) and asked that he keep me calm and tell me I’m a good person before I went ballistic and threw the computer across the room. I tend not to be violent in nature but I despise when things don’t work like they are supposed to. So clearly I’m prepared for being patient in life. It’s just gadgets; I don’t have patience for flawed technology that costs me a fortune.
Needless to say, I’m 98% uploaded, even though the company already took my money.
I’m expecting tears of joy when this arrives to her door. I’m praying for tears of joy but I’ll likely get a “well, it’s about time” speech. I’m hoping for happiness and I hope she knows she was worth each agonizing second because I know she’s put herself in excruciating situations hundreds of times for her kids.
And with that; thank God that is done. My job as a daughter is done here; till her birthday next month.
If only I were the kind of person who gave giftcards. My gifts may be late, but I have really good intentions and put a lot of sincerity into them. They are just very very late.
Photo courtesy of Paul Avery Design.