I walked into Safeway Friday night, and it slapped me right in the face. Mothers Day. I can kind of ignore it when I hear the ad's on TV or see them in the paper, but when the day draws near, and you walk into a grocery store and you can barley see the ceiling for all of the Mothers Day balloons, well then It kind of sends me into a panic. It's anxiety. It's the anxiety of not having a Mom near by. Mom's are such a safety net, and such a source of loving support that when yours isn't near, it's never MORE apparent then when everyone else is celebrating theirs! Today I celebrate My Mom, albeit in a very different way then everyone else. I bought one of those balloons - a blue one, her favorite, and I took awhile to sit down and write a heart felt note just as if I was filling out a card to her. Then, this afternoon I walked out to my balcony and let it go up to the heavens, and cried. and cried. and cried. I miss her. I think each day gets