Ever have those moments when your child says something out of the blue that completely catches your breath, chokes your throat where you feel like you can't speak, and fills your eyes with tiny pinpricks of tears? In an instant?
One question. Six words.
"Mommy? What did Nonna look like?"
An innocent question from a curious three year old boy.
One that I answer with a shaky voice. Completely saddened that my children have no memory of, no knowledge of my mother. My mom. My mommy.
God I miss her.