As I celebrate each new birthday, material possessions become less important year by year. Those things created from the heart and given freely with love touch me in ways that no expensive gifts could ever do. This year I asked each of my children to either make a birthday card or find one that spoke directly from their heart to mine.
I celebrated my birthday with my family that day, but within my heart I celebrated the real gifts of my day. . . Three wonderful children and one special husband that fill my heart every day with all that they are and all that they bring to my life. How can a mother ask for anything more precious than that?