I was going to name this one Front Porch and talk about some memories like me and my mom having hot chocolate and looking at the stars on cold nights as she would tell me to put more clothes on because all I was in was shorts and a thin jacket. Or how many mornings mom and dad and I had hot coffee and talked all morning on this porch. But as I was taking this exposure, mom came out and I thought, "cool, we can look at the stars once again on this cold and clear night." We haven't done that in a while. And not tonight. Just to the left of what you can see in this picture is where we spent the next 20 minutes or so holding and using each other's shoulder to catch our tears. So I changed the title. And gained a memory. Somebody very close to my heart was recently telling me how sometimes, you just have to cry. You have to take a load off or you might explode. And tonight, me and my mom did just that. Mom, if you're reading this, I love you. And all though there was pain involved, at least we were once again reassured that we love each other.