Today I am remembering my mother. This would have been her 77th birthday.
I remember her always having a lovely smile on her face. I remember how much she loved her children and grandchildren and husband. When I was little, she used to sing to me a song, I don't know what it was, but part of the words were "I love you a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck I do". I remember how she was always ready to help others in need.
And for some reason, this year is harder. She has been gone 12 years now, but I am really missing her today.