You might think these words would make me the happiest . . .
"You just won the lottery!"
"Your book just made the New York Times Best Seller List!"
But these are the words I treasure most . . .
"I love you Mom."
"I love you Grandma."
"I love you Sweetheart"
"I love you Sweetheart"
There is no treasure so rare and precious as the love of a child.
Happy Mother's Day
to all women everywhere
who choose to
nurture,
who choose to
nurture,
encourage,
uplift,
teach
and love.
What is the true measure of a year - or a life?
As we willingly care for the needs of those around us,
we are renewed and reborn,
for real mother love transforms both the lover and the beloved. The true value of a year or a life
is not measured by the number of our children
or by our seasons
but by our personal capacity
to love.
each choice to love is significant and profound.
1 comment:
Amen to that post, Janene! Beautiful!
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