Mother’s Day is always a hard day. I miss my mom, and I wish I could still be a mom.

I am grateful for tulips plucked by Sam to cheer me up.

I am grateful for three messages to hear and ponder – from my sister-in-law, our KC pastor, and one of my dearest friends.

I am grateful for a beautiful day to plant flowers and shrubs.

I am grateful for a phone call from my Texas daughter and all her children.

And I am most grateful that at the end of the day, when the blues were still hanging on, I received a text message that simply said, “Go look on the back porch.”

Foster son surprised me.

I am very, very grateful that I have a son, a son who was thoughtful to remember me. And even though he needs to learn the difference between “seen” and “saw,” he gave me a card that I will keep forever. I won’t correct his terrible grammar, at least not on the card, because what he wrote was perfect for who he is, and he made me smile cry.

Thank you, M. I love you, too.