Happy Birthday, Mom.

I sat down to write a loving tribute to my mom today, but the words aren't coming.

It is her birthday. She would be 68 today.

So many horrible people in this world linger on and on, my mom was wonderful, and she only got 67 years. Not nearly enough.

Speaking of not nearly enough, there are not nearly enough words to express how wonderful she was. Not nearly enough tears to cry to express the pain I feel without her to guide me. There weren't nearly enough hours spent together, for me to have gotten enough of her company. And there were not nearly enough times for me to tell her I loved her.

Happy Birthday, Mommy. There aren't nearly enough ways to express how much I miss you.