Sometimes, things are different than you expect. Sometimes, a moment sneaks up on you that takes you by surprise. You can't plan it; it just happens and you savor it. My mother and I shared that last night. There was no discussion of my lack of makeup, no encroaching of boundaries; only a solidly green Christmas tree that desperately needed trimming and a mother and daughter sorting through memories disguised as ornaments. We oohed and aahed over the fancy ones and lovingly admired those crafted by my late Grandmother (my mom's mom). Meanwhile, my husband and father watched a reality show involving hot babes and mama's boys. It was all so normal and delightful.