Mother's Day

When I think of my mother, I think of flowers. From the moment we were very small she had our hands in dirt, teaching us how things grew and showing us appreciation for all living things. I see iris and daffodils, hollyhocks and marigolds...and always her beautiful rose garden; a symbol of the peaceful spirit that resides within her.

When I think of Mother, I think of selflessness. Though she took time for the things she loved to do - her painting, sewing, gardening - it was always done without sacrificing her time with us. We always knew that with Mother, we came first and with that reassurance came the confidence that we were valued and important.

When I think of Mother, I think of Love. Unconditional, all-encompassing, never-ending. With six children, her heart must have ached numerous times, but her love and devotion never wavered. She guided our footsteps, encouraged our dreams, and when it came time to walk an independent path, gave us the freedom to make a life of our own choosing. I am so fortunate, so blessed to have this woman in my life. I can't imagine who I would have become without her and know that when I was born, it was I who was given an incredible gift.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. I Love You so much....