God Blessed me with 2 beautiful children and I am so thankful
for both ! They are as different as night and day but the love I have for them is equal and grows each and every day.
It is the difference in them that make them unique and special in their own way. I never remember them fighting and fussing
like some siblings do. Both were so protective of the other. Not saying they did not have their disagreements but nothing
so great that ever tore the love they had for each other apart. I love you both so very much! Mother
THE CREATION OF MOTHERS
While the Good Lord was creating mothers, He was well into his sixth day of overtime. Then an angel appeared and
said. "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one!"
And the Lord said, "Have you read the specifications of this order? She
has to be completely washable, but not plastic...Have 180 movable parts, all replaceable..Run on black coffee and leftovers...have
a lap that disappears when she stands up... and a kiss that can cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair. Plus she has to have six pairs of hands!"
The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands!!?? Not
"Oh, it's not the hands that are causing Me the problem," said the Lord. "It's the three pairs of eyes that mothers
have to have."
on the standard model?", asked the angel.
The Lord nodded. "One pair that sees through closed doors when she asks,
'What are you kids doing in there?' when she already knows...Another pair on the back of her head that sees what she shouldn't,
but what she has to know...And of course, the ones here in the front that can look at a child and reflect, 'I understand,
and I love you' without so much as saying a word."
"Lord," said the angel touching His sleeve gently, "Get some rest. Finish this tomorrow."
"I can't," answered the Lord. "I'm so close to creating something so
close to Myself. Already I have one that heals herself when she's sick...can feed a family of six on one pound of hamburger...and
can get a nine-year-old to stand under a shower."
The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly and sighed, "But it's too soft!"
"And yet she's tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what the mother can handle or do!"
"Can it think?" asked the angel.
"Not only think, but it can reason and compromise!" answered the Creator.
Finally the angel bent over and ran her fingers across the mother's cheek. "There's a leak!" she pronounced. "I told You, You were trying to put too much in this model! You can't ignore the stress
The Lord moved in closer for a look and gently lifted the drop of moisture to His finger where it glistened and sparkled
in the light. "It's not a leak," He said. :;"It's a tear."
"A tear?" asked the angel. "What's it for?"
"It's for Joy, Sadness, Disappointment, Compassion, Pain, Loneliness, and Pride."
And the angel exclaimed, "You're a genius!"
The Lord looked somber and replied, "I didn't put it there."
Close your eyes and wish for the one thing
You cannot do without, and when you do,
Near your heart you'll find
it, always there,
Treasure that is dear but not so rare,
Held in the mesh that all your dreams flow through.
no gift more happiness can bring,
And so this day I give my love to you.
A MOTHER’S LOVE
A mother’s love is something
no-one can explain
It is made of deep devotion
And sacrifice and pain
It is endless and unselfish
come what may
For nothing can destroy it
Or take that love away
It is patient and forgiving
When all others
And it never fails or falters
Even though the heart is breaking
It believes beyond believing
the world around condemns
And it glows with all the beauty
Of the rarest brightest gems
It is far beyond defining
It defies all explanation
And it still remains a secret
Like the mysteries of creation
A many splendoured
Man cannot understand
And another wondrous evidence
Of God’s tender guiding hand
Maybe love put sunshine in your heart,
Using light to leaven your long day.
Maybe it was hard, but from the
'Twixt blight and bloom the sunshine had its way.
Sing, then, of mother's love, and your delight
down to me, that I might be
Alive with sunshine, bountiful and bright,
Yet yearning still for what you gave to me.
Grandmothers are mothers who are grand,
Restoring the sense that our most precious things
Are those that do not change much over time.
No love of childhood
is more sublime,
Demanding little, giving on demand,
More inclined than most to grant the wings
On which we fly
off to enchanted lands.
Though grandmothers must serve as second mothers,
Helping out with young and restless hearts,
has all the patience wisdom brings,
Remembering our passions more than others,
Soothing us with old and well-honed arts.
Happy Mother's Day to my dear daughter:
A mother, too, and yet my baby still!
Praised be the love that lasts, and always will,
Perched like a star
above the windswept weather!
Years pass like clouds beneath the things that matter.
Mothers grasp the grace within the
Older than the stars themselves, that spill
Towards eyes whose tears supply the maelstrom's waters.
we, to share it in our bones!
Each a mother, holding what will prove
Redemption's gift, too dear to be redeemed
time renew the miracle again.
So may you, some Mother's Day, your own
Daughter, now a mother, send such love,
to more emotion than you dreamed,
Yet far beyond the realm of joy and pain.
I choose this song for this page because Tiffany, Dustin and I would sing it all the time when it would come on the radio.
It breaks my heart to hear it now but the memories it brings are happy ones.
"I Will Always Love You"
I would only be in your way
So I'll go
But I know
I'll think of you every step of
Love you, oohh
My darling you
That is all I'm taking
Please don't cry
We both know I'm not what you
Will always love you
[Instrumental / Sax solo]
life treats you
And I hope
you have all you've dreamed of
And I wish you joy
But above all this
wish you love
Will always love you
Will always love you
I, I will always
Darling I love you