These are my mothers:
one by blood, one by marriage.
They are both wonderful women.
These are my children who make it all possible for me:
to know more of my sin,
to die more to myself,
to exercise my gifts,
to freely act really silly,
to enjoy life more fully,
to not sweat the small stuff,
to love more that I thought one could love.
Just opening this tonight, Heather!ReplyDelete
How cute are those kids' pictures! Boy does that bring back memories!
and that love (of which you write ) never ends, by the way! Love you and all my kids and now grandkids!