It’s your birthday, mom, and I’m missing you.
Missing the way you beamed at me, full of pride - always.
Missing your sage words of advice, I wish I’d paid more attention to them.
Missing your warm comforting hugs that cocooned me from all the wounded pride and hurt feelings that seem to accompany growing up.
And oh how I miss those forehead kisses, so tender – the ones that always let me know, I am loved.
It's not really my mom's birthday today...but I do miss her. Each and every day.