Fifty-eight years ago today my mom was born. I'm biased, but I'm going to make the claim that the world has never been the same. I hope I can do for my children all that she has done for us in the 25 years I have known her.
At 32 she married my 41 year old dad not knowing if they would be able to have children easily. Three babies later, her children became her world. She has sacrificed so much to make sure we grew up with everything - she was a mom that stayed home to raise us, schooled us from home (yes, I was home schooled), and most importantly she taught us what it meant to live in the image of Christ.
So, today on her birthday, though she won't remember or understand for long, when she is told what a special day it is I pray that she knows how loved she is.