When I look at these faces
these beauties
these queens
these women
I am amazed
I am blessed
I am perplexed
How... how
can I get the privilege
to be called Mom.
Affectionately, they call me
Mumsy
and daily they cause my heart
to spill over with
gratefulness
thankfulness
wonder
and amazement.
I say-- I am proud.
but they don't
they can't possibly understand the
depths to which my pride in
who they are
brings me to tears
creates in me joy
causes me to worship and
sends me to my knees.
This past weekend we enjoyed
a brief and fast paced time together
surprising Elles and watching her
perform in Nashville.
It was a blessing to see them together
(if even for just small brief moments)
enjoying each other.
These gals
These Cheetah sisters
These daughters of mine
are so. much. fun!
Seriously, even though
I had the onset of a cold that slowed me down
I enjoyed the laughter
the time
the conversations and
watching how they love each other and
receiving with humility the way they love me.
I am grateful for
God's protection
God's grace and mercy
and how His hand
guides and protects
each of us.
I learn from them regularly
about life
about myself and
about how God has crafted
each of our days
Being your Mumsy
is an honor.
P.S. The "trendy" sweatshirt you mocked me for buying somehow now hangs in the closet of one of you.... Hmmmm. maybe it was a cool buy after all (hahahahaha)
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