She will not be with me on Mother’s Day. She will be everywhere. She is in everything I do, everywhere I go and all that I am. She is in Lauren’s smile, Karen’s heart and my soul. She is there when I am at my strongest and my weakest. Each day as I choose clothes, shoes and jewelry, she is there. As I laugh with fabulous women, especially my sisters, she is there. When I help someone in need, she is there. When I fail, then pick myself up and rally, she is there. When I arrange flowers in a vase, or set my table for a holiday, she is there. When my resentments and fears turn to gratitude, she is there. When I marvel at a giant Hosta or a purple Hydrangea, she is there. When I see a Robin or a Cardinal, she is there. Although she will not be with me on Sunday, I know in my heart she is always with me. She is in everything I do, everywhere I go and all that I am. And for that I am eternally grateful.
