Whenever my mom comes to visit:
[bang, bang] I am guaranteed that my stove top will be sparkling clean, so very much so, that you could apply makeup in the reflection of its surface.
[bang, bang] All my copper pots will have been buffed to perfection exuding their warm colored bottoms.
[bang, bang] Some item of clothing or linen will be doused in Patchouli oil so that we can remember her without much effort when she leaves.
[bang, bang] At least two really good belly laughs where my urethral sphincters threaten to cave in and release a full bladder of urine down my leg in the middle of a Thrift store or some such store.
[bang, bang] A blessing when she leaves. The kind where she wraps her arms around me and won’t let me go and she inevitably starts crying but you know that she really speaks the blessing from her inner most parts and means it. So I let her hold me and accept her blessing.
*In case you were wondering, the [bang, bang] is Brendan (my blog nerd/web master’s) silly way of creating a bullet. I thought it worked.