When I was twenty-three years old my father stoically informed  me that my mother had terminal cancer. I felt devastated, heart broken and hopeless. Yet I knew that if or when she left this earthly life, I would see her again someday. 

A few months after receiving this news my mother gently passed from this earthly realm to meet her Father in Heaven. 

As time went by, I became numb to the heartache and pain. I didn't want to remember my mother as a frail dying woman, weighing less than a 100 pound sack of potatoes. I wanted to remember her for the beautiful, vibrant, sassy gal that she was. I wanted to magnify the beauty she possessed, and share it with everyone!

There are times when I regret not making the most of situations or opportunities. I've come to realize that we need to make the most of our time here on earth. We are only here for a short time. Let's make the most of our moments.

My family is the greatest gift that God has given to me. I want to cherish those special times that I have shared with all of them. That includes you!