My favorite memory of my Mom – believe it or not – is just a simple memory of standing in our kitchen in our Rio Rancho, New Mexico house. We’d work together to prepare dinner for our family. She was an excellent home cook, and I would set the table and design the dinner salad. I’d arrange cut vegetables like peppers, radishes, and tomatoes on top of the greens to make it look nice. I more than made up for what I lacked in culinary arts in fancy salad design and table setting. I like this memory because it happened regularly. We ate meals together as a family, seated around the dining table that sits in my home now. We’d talk about simple things and laugh together. My Mom was patient, kind, and loving, and she went on to Heaven in 1995. Mother’s Day is two parts awesomeness due to my grown daughters and one part sadness due to the loss of my dear Mom. I love her and miss her every day, especially on Mother’s Day.