"The house isn't really a home without the family in it."

Ryan came over yesterday night before he headed out to Tulsa. I skipped into the living room to tell Joey that he planned to stop by. My little brother made fun of my girlie-ness about the situation then explained, "Don't forget, when he gets here you need to offer him a seat. Then you offer him something to drink." I looked at him strangely because of his sudden seriousness.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because that's what a good hostess is supposed to do," he ensured me.

Start running the banner down.
Drop past the color, come up through the summer rain.
Start turning the girl into the ground. Roll a new love over.

It was odd receiving that type of advice from my little brother and I suddenly started to miss my mom and dad in the middle of my happy girl parade. People sometimes say things like, "I would do ANYTHING for--."

I would do ANYTHING for both my mother and father to be here,
to share the happiness my brothers and I are living in today.

Early this morning my mother began sending me an assortment of random text messages. She never directly states if/when something is on her mind so I always know if I hear from her more than once a day, (if at all, honestly), something is bothering her. However, I don't know why she chose to text me considering she, "doesn't particularly like me." I definitely didn't mind listening to her, but I was anxious the entire time, wondering where the conversation would end up. I continued to exchange unrelated to the point, messages with her.

In the middle of our conversation she abruptly informed me, "You know if I walk away from this house we lose it. We won't really have a home to fall back on..."

"The house isn't really a home without the family in it," I replied. "But we always have a home when we have each other."

"Guess I should start packing," she said.

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Big day tomorrow. Work @ Starbucks, then a show in Deep Ellum tomorrow night at Reno's Chop Shop with Tonight, Tonight! and Escaping Gravity. It's the last show for awhile so I'm sure it will be full of debauchery. 

Start threading a needle.
Brush past the shuttle that slides through the cold room.
Start turning the wool across the wire. Roll a new life over.