Future Hope

Our seminary graduation couldn't have been on a more appropriate weekend. As I've taught these kids for the last two years, I think I've become acquainted in a very small way with the feelings of worry, pride, frustration, and joy that mothers must feel toward their children. This was a very special night. I sobbed like an infant. And then we all laughed. 







On Sunday morning I woke up to a package of Oreos and this.



With this inside.



Notice that there are five children.

Five.

And Blair is playing basketball with one of them. haha. If this med school gig falls through, Blair is going to pursue professional stick figure drawing.

And then I was served breakfast in bed. I was awake for about an hour smelling the cooking food. Blair made me sit in bed and read while he burned two batches of bacon and hash browns. I just sat in bed and giggled. Blair brought in the coffee table for me to eat on. Poor people have to be good at improvisation :)

We're becoming experts.



This Mother's Day I was grateful for the opportunities I'm been given to cultivate a mother heart. I don't have my own children yet, but I'm grateful to be able to learn how to be a nurturing person. I have a long way to go to smooth off my rough edges.

I'm grateful for a husband who has unwavering faith in the future.

His famous stick drawings are a testament to his faith that someday children will cling to our legs, sleep in our arms, and play with us in the yard. 

I'm grateful for his bright hope that I can lean on often.

I love you all you wonderful mothers who have blessed my life.

Happy Mother's Day.