This past Sunday was Mother’s Day and everywhere I looked I saw Mom. I went to get a skirt out of the closet and there was her handiwork. She had run two rows of elastic in the waist to make it smaller. The way she did it made it look like it had originally come that way. I saw her in the neighbor’s poppy plants. Mom loved poppies and tried so hard to get them to grow. We would have oneor two each year. Her chive plant is still going strong. I hear her when my hair is unruly saying “did you come your hair today?” I had breakfast at Mom’s favorite place, Bob Evans, and was waited on by one of her favorite waitresses. Life is good. I hope all mothers had a happy Mother’s Day.