I feel so blessed to have woken up at the beach this morning with my sweet girls, momma, and my sister and her family. My husband knows my heart is most free when I see the ocean and when I’m around my family.  Watching the kids play in the water with my mom was priceless. My momma is 76 and such a fun, sweet, and sassy little China doll. 

Every Mother’s Day I feel the tension and joy of wanting to soak in all I can with my mom.  I live in the fear of wondering if it will be my last with her. When you lose someone dear to you perspective changes.  August 21, 2000…my daddy went to heaven. I know the hurt of moving on without him. I know the pain of seeing Facebook posts of everyone with their dads and walking by the card aisle in the store and wishing I could still celebrate him. 

Today I have friends missing their moms, missing their grandmas, and those missing their babies gone far too soon. I have friends who ache because they long to be a mother one day.  Many are hurting.  

You are so loved and not forgotten.

Today I mourn with those who mourn and rejoice with those who rejoice. Pain reminds us that this is not our home. It reminds us that there is much to do with what we have left. Today I spent the day saying yes when my little one asked me to get out of my beach chair to throw the frisbee with her. (We hit a record 100 throws!) I listened to my mom tell the story again of how she felt the first time she saw my “big brown eyes”. I told my girls the story of their births and reminded them of how grateful I am to be their mommy. I reached out to friends I knew were hurting. 

Tomorrow may look different. All we have is this moment. All we have is the choice to be intentional with what God has given us. Through the hurt, give HIM the broken pieces. He’s still at work.

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