Happy Birthday, Mom.

Look what I made for mom.

I never was good at flower arranging.  In fact, I always called mom when I got flowers.  She'd come and move the flowers and greens to make the arrangement amazing.

I don't have that gift.

Still, for my mom's birthday today, I bought these flowers and spent an hour cutting and arranging.  They're gorgeous and they sit on my kitchen counter.  I look at them and think of mom. 

I can't give them to her.  She's sick and needs help.  Until she decides for herself that she should get help, she won't get better.

I keep praying for her to seek help.

I wish she could see the flowers.

Happy Birthday, Mom.