Tonight when I take the Listen To Your Mother stage in Sacramento, I’ll be thinking about my mother.
It’s Mother’s Day after all, who else would I be thinking of? Of course, not a day goes by that I don’t think of her.
I wonder what she’d think of the piece I’m going to share.
I’m sure she’d cry and laugh in all the right places and then ever sentimental, cry some more.
I have no doubt that she would be tremendously proud of me.
Oh, how I wish more than anything that she were going to be sitting in the audience and the first one to hug me after the show.
I wish she were here today and always.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom.