It’s not Mother’s Day or her birthday when I miss her most. It’s these ordinary days when I grieve the loss. She was a person with big emotions and a small thing like a trip to the farmer’s market would be a really big deal for her. She was cheerful and full of energy and she loved to shop. She would stop at every booth and make small talk with the farmers. She bought things she loved and things she thought the people in her life would love and it was all just one big adventure for her. All those insecurities melted away when she was surrounded by those who loved her and everything seemed possible. The smell of peonies takes me right back to her side.