Birds were made to sing and I am made to praise. I feel like I am made to give. On Mother’s Day a lot of people tell me I am important. Humility is hard but I quietly murmur thanks.

My mother was a saint so grateful to be born to her. Her optimism shaped me.

I was influenced by a team of incredible aunts. Each taught me something. Fun,curiosity,wisdom,relaxation,courtesy.

Grateful for my sisters. All very different but all good people.

Hubby we grew up together. Now he is salt to my pepper.Peanut butter to my jelly. Grateful for him. Grateful to him.

The children we have raised. Those born to me and those gathered along the way. My picture would not have the shades and hues if they had not been part of it.

An eight year old’s version of “You are my Sunshine”

A nineteen year old’s memory of sharing and caring.

Telephone calls. Check the list. Prayers for the one who is missing.