There are days when the ache of missing my momma just feels overwhelming. It's a deep, familiar pang in my heart that reminds me just how profound a mother's love truly is. Today is one of those days, and it made me pause to truly reflect on that simple, yet powerful, message: 'hug and kiss yours while you can.' It’s more than just a saying; it’s a vital reminder of the precious, fleeting nature of time and connection. When I find myself saying 'I'm missing you Momma,' it's often accompanied by a flood of memories – her laughter, her wisdom, the comfort of her presence. Whether your mom is still with you, living far away, or has passed on, that feeling of missing her can hit you unexpectedly. For those of us whose mothers are no longer physically here, every milestone, every quiet moment, can bring that longing to the surface. It's in these moments that I often find myself remembering her unwavering love, feeling it 'with all my heart,' even now. Dealing with the absence of a mom is a journey, not a destination. Some days, it feels like an open wound, a 'bleeding scar' that never quite heals, but softens over time. I've learned that it's okay to grieve, to feel the sadness, and to allow those emotions to wash over you. But it's also important to find ways to honor her, to keep her spirit alive. This could be through sharing stories, cooking her favorite meal, or simply living your life in a way that would make her proud. I try to carry her strength and kindness with me always. For those lucky enough to still have their mom close, please, truly embrace those moments. Don't let a single 'I love you' go unsaid. Make memories, take photos, have those deep conversations. These are the treasures you'll hold onto forever. Life gets busy, but carving out time for your mom is an investment that pays dividends of love and comfort. Sometimes, when I'm missing her the most, I find comfort in my faith. Thinking of the strength she instilled in me, and the enduring hope that love transcends all, helps me. There’s a certain peace in believing that even though 'death has lost its grip on me,' her love continues to guide. It’s a 'Hallelujah' moment when you realize that the bond we share is eternal, a profound connection that no distance or time can truly break. This belief, this 'living hope,' helps me navigate the harder days. If you're reading this and feeling that familiar ache of missing your mom, know that you're not alone. Our mothers shape us in immeasurable ways, and their presence, or even their memory, leaves an indelible mark. Let this be a gentle nudge to reach out, to remember, to cherish, and to let the love you have for your mom fill your heart, today and every day. 'I love you with all my heart,' Momma.