Dear Folks, It's apparent to me that this evening I've been calling up pleasant memories of when I was a very young child. I recall that when I was just a toddler and needed a bit of cuddling, I'd crawl up on my mother's lap and she would hold me close to her. What a feeling of love. When I got a bit too big to crawl up on her lap, I'd walk over to where she was sitting and rest my head on her lap. It was the same feeling of love. She'd hug me and pat my head and pat my back and the smell of her was so motherly and comfortable. Those are such fleeting moments of mine that I'm still trying to hold on to. vee