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MOTHER'S DAY
is behind us. Sunday was a nice day. Casey surprised me with some of my favorite goodies . . . hot coffee from Kaladi, an UNTOUCHED Sunday newspaper, the latest InStyle magazine, white tulips, a breakfast sandwich and room-temperature-lime-flavored Gatorade (the vodka-soda-cranberry cocktails had been flowing the night before if ya hear what I'm saying). The icing on the cake? My husband escorted the girls out of the house for the morning so that I could officially savor all of my goodies in silence. Sans squealing. Sans clinging. Sans responsibility. Just me, my decadent morning treats along with my good buddies S & G whispering "The Sound of Silence" in my ear.

Life is good.

Of course Mother's Day is bittersweet for me. While I have a lot more to celebrate in my life now that I'm a mother, it's a day that I find myself naturally thinking about my own mom and what I would be doing for her if she were still with us today (even though she'd insist on cooking for all of us on "her" day). I would tell her how much I appreciate her. I would tell her how much I admire her. I would tell her how much I love her. We would share "motherhood" stories and giggle the night away to the not-so-gentle hum of my dad's snoring in the other room.

Life IS truly good. But I've learned that it's never quite the same without your mom. And that, in itself, is a testimony to mine.