It's not just on Mother's Day that I miss my mother, but it's the day when her no longer being here is hardest to ignore. When I ask myself what I miss the most, the answer is, I just miss her. I miss talking to her on the phone, sharing day to day trivia. She was unconditional in her love — she'd get angry but she'd quickly forgive. She took so much pleasure in the accomplishments of her children, whether large or small, that it was impossible not to feel important in her eyes. I miss her.
Just look at what was inside the box sent to me by my oldest son and daughter-in-law. Yes, they taste(ed) as good as they look!
Happy Mother's Day!
