{the other night} i was watching pretty woman. after dinner, i sat in a pair of sweat pants, big t-shirt, scrunched curly hair, thrown into a banana clip. i was leaned over, arms crossed leaning up on my knees. i cried at every emotional part, even though ive seen that movie more than one person should see a film. i laughed when she was in the elevator and said she had a rip in her panty hose, when she's not wearing any. i said 'aww' when she walked out in that red dress. cried when richard gere {still sexy as ever} comes rolling up in the limo, flowers in hand to save her. i ate some more dinner and passed out, mouth wide open and {more than likely} i was snoring.
i guess no matter how far away a mom is from a daughter, she will always live through her. tonight proved that distance doesn't mean much. you still live through me everyday.
love,
pooh.
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