I realize as I approach another decade in my life, that memories often become like a visual scrapebook within our minds.  These past few days have been filled with long buried memories some joyful, some painful, but all very meaningful.  Today as I celebrated Mother's Day with my only close child and her mother I remember my first Mother's day and I wasn't even quite a mother yet, a little less from becoming a mother, but my sweet husband made sure I was honored on that day with a corsage, because pregancey is not a wonderful experience for me.  I remember the joy we shared on the day this beautiful first child brought into our lives.  The excitement, wonderment, and fear of having so much rsponsiblity given to us from a loving Falther in Heaven.  Now today as the comes to an end I have not heard from this child, the contact from her is within the limits of very limited and I miss her, the person so full of joy and happiness, who now has changed so much.  I of ten can still imagine the voices of the children who lived within the walls of this home I live in.  I can see the years of love and sharing and now this old house is so very empty.  No longer do chldren, teenagers, and young adults fill the rooms, they are all long gone off to homes of their owm and families of their own.