When I was 12, I read Pollyanna and after that all I wanted for Christmas was prisms to hang in the window to make rainbows in my room. Mom tried to find them but no luck back then. Almost 20 years later, for my birthday, when I was grown and had children of my own, came this prism into my life, found by Mom. She never forgot, or never stopped looking. That’s the kind of Mom I have! Was thinking of this early yesterday when my kitchen was bathed in little rainbows early in the morning, all in thanks to a Mom’s love that never stops giving. Love my Mom!