Monday Blues

I haven't met a person yet that loved Monday and I am no exception. It seems the weekends just go faster and faster and I can never squeeze everything into 2 days that I need to accomplish. Someone at work today asked me how my Mother's Day was. My reply was "ok" which sort of raised a flag insinuating that I did not receive a spectacular gift. Quite the contrary, my children gave me thoughtful, homemade, thought provoking gifts that can never be bought or traded for all the treasures in the world. How sad a society we live in when occasions are marked good or bad by the materialistic things we receive. Where did the simplicity in life go? Anyone that knows me would know that the day was just "ok" because I couldn't pick up the phone and call my own mother. No matter how many ups and downs we have with our loved ones; we never forget them and never stop loving them when they are no longer with us. Birthdays, Christmas, all holidays can leave a small void in the heart longing for a memory that was once shared with that person. I suppose I could ramble on and on but what I am trying to say that the most important things in life are not wrapped up in a box; they are the memories you hold in your heart with the ones you love.

Mom & I - 1982



My mother's roses in full bloom on Mother's Day; I'm sure she was admiring my gift to her from heaven.