I've never been terribly sentimental. I'm the type of person that chucks my kids artwork in the trash when they're not looking (a fridge door can only hold so much!). I have one exception...Anything to do with Tory. I have kept every card, letter and sticky note he has ever written me. I have a journal where I record all the sweet things he says to me. And I still have saved on my Hotmail account emails he wrote me two years ago.
Tory is out of town right now. Somewhere in Ohio. His keenly felt absence has kicked my sentimentality into overdrive. I switched my pillow for his because it smells like him. I drug his dirty shirt out of the laundry to sleep with and as I was loading the dishwasher yesterday I put in a glass, took it out, deliberated, put it back in. As embarrassing as it is to admit it, Tory drank out of that glass and I wasn't sure I was ready to wash it just yet. I know...it's pathetic. More so when you consider that he's only been gone for 2 days (9 more to go) and he's out of town all the time, as in once a month, at least. You think I would have a better grip by now.
That's the power the boy has over me. I've become a sentimental crazy lady. It's going to be a long 9 days. Until then, my heart and my sanity are somewhere in Ohio.
