2 years ago, I started slowly replacing things in my mom’s house. I wanted her to have nice things. But I couldn’t afford it all at once so I started small… appliances… the rug.. the stools.. the coffee table. Even the trash can. And then I started adding things. Throughout the whole process, we’d argue. Mostly over how things “didn’t fit” or “didn’t look right”. And I’d ask her to please trust the process. Maybe it’s the distance that makes the heart grow fonder but today she texted me this and I cannot miss her more.