Welcome Friends! I hope this post finds you enjoying a peaceful Sunday, either being honored as a mother or honoring one you hold dear.   My mother passed away fifteen years ago, and this day is still a difficult one for me.  I was the daughter that did not appreciate my Mom until I had children of my own.  I was the daughter that threw fits while shopping when we disagreed over what was appropriate high school fashion.   I was that semi-difficult college student  that changed my major many times, challenged the rules, and caused her many sleepless nights.  I was that daughter that she asked to stop dancing on the table at my wedding.   In hindsight, I wish that I could rewind my life story to take back those moments when I made it hard for her.  I wish that I had not been so stubborn.  I wish that I had been more grateful.  I wish that I had understood how hard it was for her to see me struggle.   As I woke ......