A thought about my mom

Over the years, there were many Mother's Day weekends, where I have to put my own personal time, and weekends on hold, (and sometimes not excited about that), and drive up to Roseville to spend the weekend with my Mom. Help her around the house and such. I miss that. My mom is no longer living. And this weekend I missed her. I miss you mom. And thank you for adopting me, and being the best loving mom one could ever have. Cherish those moments with your mother, no matter how perfect or imperfect they may be. Time runs by much too fast.