So there I was, at 4:15 in the "morning", unable to sleep as usual, trudging grumpily downstairs while cursing Parkinson's Disease and everything associated with it. I glanced at the computer, and there on they keyboard was a card with "Mom" written in fancy script on the envelope. I opened it, and found a card with a picture of a little boy on the beach; a child who looked so much like my own when he was 6 or 7, I swear it could be him. Inside was a note from my now 25 year old son, and it starts out "you are an inspiration to me; nothing gets you down, absolutely nothing". I won't reprint the whole thing, but suffice to say, the tears were rolling down my cheeks by the time I finished reading it. Funny how something as small as a card can change your whole attitude in less than a minute. Of all the blessings in my life, the best one is being a Mom.