Today is February 28th. What is normally the last day of the month of love. It also happens to be Sam's Mom's birthday. It was my first coherent thought upon waking. Oooo, it's Mom's birthday. Then the realization that Mom isn't here. She has been gone for too long already, even though it has only been 4 years. I suppose we will take her flowers. I, of course, will take her a sweet treat. We will probably cry. Fitting that it is a gray, wet, gloomy day here...hence the February blues. Then tomorrow the sun will rise, just like it did all those years ago when Mom came into the world. It will be a brand new day... filled with love, laughter and joy. Those were the things she taught best. Love especially. Ironic she was born in the month of love? I think not. It was the very essence of who she was. Who she continues to be. I can still hear her cheering for me. I can still feel her arms around me. I can still hear her whispered words of encouragement. I can still feel her love for me. Now it is my turn. To share the love. Thanks, Mom. Love you too.
