Today, my mother celebrates her birthday.

I wish I was there to bake her a cake, watch her open her present, and make her know that is special to me. I have to hope that she knows without those things– and I think she does.

Love you, always, Mom. When I’m here and you’re there, when I’m this and you’re that, through ups and downs, wrongs and rights, from beginning to end.

A day to be glad, a lifetime to be blessed.

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