My very first clear memory of my mom, is 'praying the prayer' in Christian lingo. I was three years old, sitting on my dad's lap in our living room while my mom and sister were sitting together in a chair.
My mom isn't a supper outgoing person, but she has the gift of leadership.
Her silky, dark brown hair rests underneath my chin every morning as she squeezes love into me.
She isn't atrociously smart, but she sits with her kids every morning to give them the best education possible.
She makes everyone feel welcome when they enter our home, and is generous with her kind words.
These pictures show her beautiful heart as she receives a home-made gift from one of her kiddos.
Happy Mothers Day Mama!
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