Today is the 73rd anniversary of my mom's birth.
It's easy to think of the things we assume she's missing out on: new grandbabies and our ongoing accomplishments that she would have loved being a part of. But it's getting easier to imagine that she's still very much a part of things. I believe she's just enjoying things from a different vantage point.
It's easy to remember how much Mom loved her birthday! It's easy to remember how she loved everyone else's birthday too - making a fuss over the birthday girl/boy, baking cakes for her friend's birthday lunches, finding the perfect card and underlining words that she wanted you to know she really, really meant.
It's easy to look around and see her legacy - children, grands, and even great-grands now. It's easy to remember the love she had for us - she shared it willingly and unselfishly. We always knew we were loved!
It's easy to remember how she would rub her cheek after we'd plant a kiss there - rubbing it in so it would get to her heart just a little faster. How, when she was a little annoyed, all of her sentences began with, "Well! ..." And it's easy to remember little things about her that make us smile, sometimes shake our heads and mumble, "Oh, Mother."
It's hard to remember my mom's fight with cancer, but it's easy to remember how much she loved life. I miss my mom more than words can say, but I am also grateful beyond words for everything she stood for and the way she instilled those values in us.
So today we look to Heaven and thank our lucky stars for my mom, Marti. We'll wish her a happy birthday from maybe-not-as-far-away-as-we-imagine.
There's a party on Cloud 9 today - they're serving margaritas.