To bring someone a certain amount of joy and happiness, I’d do almost anything.

Yesterday I spent close to all my awaken hours in a car alone. My mom and her husband are up in his house, 4,5 hours away, and they’d forgotten all of the easter gifts. So I got in to one of their cars and drove them up.

In that time, I called up a few friends and told them about what I was doing. And quite reasonably they all asked me why the fuck I’d do something like that, and the only real answer I have is that I know how much it meant to my mom.

And I realised that if I could bring someone, or in this case all of the kids as well, that much happiness just by being a bit uncomfortable, it’s worth it.