I am a horrible person. Well, not really, but this next sentence is going to sure make me seem like it. I passed a girl crying on the phone today in the hall, and I walked away smiling. Not because she was crying, but because she was saying, "Hey Mom, it's me, call me back when you get a chance...". And it made me happy, because how great are moms? That you get to call them all the time whenever something upsets you and know that they're going to call you back and make you feel better. Not that they'll make the situation better, but that you'll be comforted by talking to them.
I'm feeling sentimental today. Must be Mother's Day coming up.