Today would have been my mother's 49th birthday. She always loved her birthday because it was easy to remember: March "forth" [fourth]. I don't remember that last time we celebrated her birthday- my memories from then are a little fuzzy- but I do remember the celebrating in general. Mom would usually make us our favorite meal for dinner for our birthdays. But for hers, Dad would make it- or most likely we'd go out- so she could have a break.Those of you who knew my mother would agree that she was always a very cheerful person- fun to be around. Even when she was in pain, you wouldn't know because she always had a smile on her face and was more worried about everyone else than what was going on with her. I've been thinking about her a lot lately- probably because I am a mother myself now and understand her love for me a little better because of it. But also just because in general I miss her- and wish I had her advice and guidance during this time in my life. I know that at times she is with me [and my siblings], and I hope that she is still happy and able to enjoy her birthday. Happy birthday, mom!