My Mother’s Day morning would have been sweet, but whatever it would have been was made infinitely sweeter by the first image I saw before even getting out of bed this morning.
He has his family.
The sweet boy I met about a year and a half ago who I called “the big brother” is now the big brother I hoped he would be…and he’s wearing the shirt to make sure he and the world knows it.
As Lydia would say, “BOOYA.”
My heart is full this Mother’s Day. Everyday, I get to do what no one else in the world gets to do: I get to pour into these 4 people. I get to be their mom.
On top of that, I get to help children find those people called to do that job for them and I get to come alongside moms and dads and children and help them go deeper and delight in each other. All that combined leaves me with a joy unspeakable today.
He has a family. He’s finally the big brother I knew he could be.
This week’s calendar has all sorts of blocked-off times when I get to sit with families to encourage them along in the right direction.
After longing and longing and fearing I may never be a mother, I have four children who are totally marvelous in every sense of the word.
Man, it’s a good day.
My mother’s day flowers, sent to me by Ian’s family. Crazy sweet of them and so sweet smelling that my house is filled with the scent of grace from them.
Oh my goodness! I am so excited he has his family. THANK YOU for all you do to connect kids with their families. <3