Today is my first birthday without my mother and it was hard. I purposefully ventured off the wagon even though I did not celebrate because there is nothing to to be happy about. But I got the calls and texts which made me cry.
When I was a child she would bake the best cake the day before and spent the evening decorating it with our help. We'd have ice cream and strawberry jelly before we had cake. I wish I had a time machine.