Palm Sunday

Today is always a reflective day for me. Memories of being in church with my Mom, waiting for those few strands of palm she would place behind our pictures on the wall and making sure when my children were little they would have a palm of their own. Today when I read the scriptures and the true meaning of the suffering during Holy Week, I need to remember how precious my life truly is and what my family and friends mean to me. I am blessed.