I had a lovely Mother’s Day. The homemade cards from my children are scrumptious. I savor moments like these because of their innocent simplicity. Seeing their faces so full of love and the desire to please makes my heart ache. This all may sound corny, but I’m sure all parents can relate. Their faces lit up with pleasure when I told them how wonderful their handwritten sentiments were, and the hugs were oh so sweet. What is wonderful about their ages right now is that I get this all of the time from them – not just on Mother’s Day. And I thoroughly enjoy every moment. I am a realist, however. One day, hopefully not soon, their adoring looks will fade and be replaced by the looks that teenagers give their parents. For now, though, I get to enjoy the pure untainted kind of love that small children give freely to their parents. Every day is Mother’s Day around here.