hugging hugging and hugging

Clearly I can't be spending a lot if time interneting, but y'all, MY MOTHER IS HERE.  In Armenia.  In my little house. Drinking my little tea.  Having little conversation into the little night.It fits better than your favorite jacket, me and my mom sitting together, talking.  And yet, a wave of oh-my-good-god-here-is-my-own-sweet-mother washes over me, and I have to get up and hug her.  Like right now.  I'm going to give her a hug.