May 12 has always been my birthday. And every 5 or 6 years or so it falls on a Sunday. And when that happens, it’s also Mother’s Day. When I was really young I resented this because it meant having to share my birthday with my Mom. But then as I got older I thought it was great. A day to honor both me and my Mom and I loved those rare times when we got to celebrate it together. This year … it’s on Sunday again … and again it’s Mother’s Day. But this year my Mom isn’t here to share the day with me. She would have been 100 and with me hitting 70 … what a great celebration that would have been!
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, MOM. And, thanks for always being there … even today.