I miss my Mother

I used to write in my journal or diary every day from when my Mother gave me a little flowered diary at age 9 until I had my first baby at age 25. Now that I'm 51 and haven't written very regularly in a journal for years, I feel compelled to write my thoughts in a blog. I'm not really wanting to share myself with the world. I just feel the need to write my thoughts down to help with my self reflection. That sounds a little selfish, I know. I just NEED to write my thoughts. And my thoughts on this sweet Sabbath day are, I love my children, I adore my grandchildren, I love my husband, and I miss my Mother. There it is. I feel better now.