It's true that I very rarely write on Sunday, but I would be remiss if I did not write something on this very special day.

In a time where awareness and gratitude are on the lips of so many we must not forget the women that gave us life, loved us first, and cared for always. Take the time today to, at the very least, think of your mother with gratitude and love. I realize that some wounds are very deep, but one day of loving gratitude is clearly not beyond any of us, and if for one day you can feel loving gratitude then you treat the wound just a little bit more.

To my own mother: I am deeply grateful for all that you do. I know without a shadow of a doubt that I would not be the man I am today. And since I love who I am, I am grateful to you. We may not always agree. We may not follow the same path to get to the exact same place, and there are times when we worry about each other perhaps more than we should. I want you to know that not one moment escapes me. From moment to moment, hour to hour, day to day, year to year, I am your grateful and loving son.

Love and Bright blessings ~ Richard