Today is my moms birthday.  I told my Farmer a few days ago that it was coming up.  He, being the thoughtful person that he is, asked if I wanted to do anything.  Like go out to dinner or something.  I said no, I’d be fine.  Then this morning, as Facebook popped up a memory (dang Facebook), I was not.  The memory was pictures of the last birthday we celebrated with my mom.  The pictures were of her with two of her great grandchildren.  Yes, the tears flowed.  Yet that picture made me ponder her life and made me once again feel grateful for my time with her.  I learned…