"Mom"entos

• Yesterday evening, I was listening to the second movement of Beethoven's 7th symphony. My mom asked me what it was, and came into my room. We listened to it again, and were just blown away together. Tears came to her eyes.
• A few weeks ago, I asked my mom to listen to Vivaldi's concerto for two violins in A minor (RV 522, apparently). She sat on my bed and listened to the whole concerto with me.
• A couple evenings ago, my mom called on her way home from work. "Did you see this sunset?" I told her I had, and I ran up to my parents' room, where you can see it really well. It was just an incredible shock of colors.
• About two weeks ago, I had The Gnome from Pictures at an Exhibition in my head. I remembered my mom singing along when I was all locked up at the part where it descends: "Wafflez -- something -- pouncing on everything he sees..." I reminded her of it, and she remembered that the "something" was jumping. I couldn't believe that she remembered -- it was an isolated thing, we were just sitting out in the van while my brother was playing laser tag with his friends at Ultrazone in Neshaminy. But she remembered that somehow. Before I had to leave, I put on The Great Gates of Kiev. She said something like, "I can't listen to this and not cry," and indeed she was.
• My mom got home from work early, and I just got back from school a few minutes ago. I was excited that she was back, so I ran up into the bathroom and the door was open. She was washing her hands and looking in the mirror. I ran in saying something like, "Whadderyou doing here?" but she just flicked water in my face and yelled, "Get outta my bathroom!" I couldn't stop cracking up.