Hey Mama...

One of my favorite pictures. This year marked my second Mother's Day. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remind myself I am really a mother. I love being a mom, especially to Beckham.

This year, was not so fun in that I had to speak at church. In the talk, I told of a story that I love. About a mother, who feels invisible. A mother who fills like her days are centered around children and people that don't see what she is accomplishing. The mother's friend, Janice, comes back from England and gives her friend a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. The mother reads the book and realizes how it parallels her life as a mother. She realized she had these things in common:

1. No one can say who built the great cathedrals – we have no record of their names.
2. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
3. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
4. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.

This may not make sense in this little snippet of my talk, but it was my favorite part of the story and I want to remember it. Anyway, back to Mother's Day. It was a great day. I love having a day that I shower my mom with love and praise. I take her for granted and I complain when she is out of town, but mother is the best mother. She gives me hope when I feel hopeless. She gives me strengh when I do not think I can stand. She would do anything she could for me. I love her with my whole heart. Happy Mother's Day Mom!

(Aren't these beautiful? Thanks, Mr. Micah)