The way she said it made me take note. She spoke of his love for his mom with tenderness. It hit home. He did love his mom. I don't know why that struck me, but it did.
So, in honor of our Father's love for his earthly mom, I'm going to write down a few of the reasons I love my mom:
- She gives me things. I know this sounds hopelessly superficial, but it's not. First of all, gift-giving is her primary love language, so when she shows up with a bag of clothes from Ross I know it's her way of saying "I love you." Secondly, she often gives me things when she knows I need it most, helping me in practical, tangible ways that really help.
- She shows up. Always. Every time. Whether it's a kickball game, piano recital, church retreat, or bigger things, like when I'm in the hospital or on my wedding day or at my kids' births.
- She tries her best. This seems pedantic, but it is significant for me. No matter what, I know she's giving us her best. That makes me feel loved.
Thanks to all the moms out there - you are honored.
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