A favorite memory from almost two years ago…
“I love you,” I say to Mom.
“Well, I did, too,” Mom says. And then she adds, “Always.”
“You always loved me?”
“Yes, I did,” she says with confidence.
I smile, and even though I’m guessing she doesn’t really know what she’s saying, I still know her words are true.
She has always loved me. Always.
And something about hearing her say so makes the day glisten, like bright sunshine after rain. It feels like a gift from Jesus….a moment of fresh mama love and memories of her sweet faithfulness.
And I know I am blessed. Always.