I had a happy Mother’s day. No breakfast in bed, no foot rub, no special card or gift. I’m not even sure anyone in my family told me happy Mother’s day until the afternoon. Why am I okay with that? I’d like to think that with age, comes wisdom. I’ve realized that with these special days, like Mother’s day, or my birthday, or even Christmas, I get MY hopes up and EXPECT someone or something to make me HAPPY. Thankfully, now that I have most likely lived half my life, I have realized the folly in this expectation. I realized [ …read full story ]