Strawberries for the New Dawg.

I was so excited to smell the fresh strawberries at the fruit stand this morning.

She loves strawberries. Plain. On her Saturday morning waffle.  Strawberries.

She is not here. I bought them anyway.

My heart aches. I keep telling myself this is a good thing, her going off to college, but I can’t deny the empty part that brings me to tears when I see strawberries.

This will pass. Texting and Facebook messaging will replace walking upstairs to wake her at 2 in the afternoon.

It will be ridiculous when she comes home, like the day she was born.

I miss my Marianna.

xo

Mother