Mom-Hugs.

My mom is scheduled to arrive tomorrow, assuming that the winter storm's predicted 8 inches of snow doesn't delay her. We have been planning on doing some Restaurant Week-ing, perhaps a bit of shopping, and going to the gym before we depart for Anguilla at the end of the week. However, this weekend was tainted by tragedy. One of my colleagues was killed in a random, faultless and entirely awful accident while on a department snowmobiling trip. He was only 29. After learning this sad news and spending the day with Missy who was on the snowmobiling trip as well, I requested that my mom be sure to pack her mom-hugs as they are much needed. Thankfully, she never comes to visit without them.