Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder
I miss my Mom. I am not looking forward to the holidays. I hate the fact that nothing will ever be the same. I am so thankful for the precious memories of my Mom. I wish I could hug her and tell her how much I love her.