Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Dear Claire,

I remember when you were like 15 minutes old. 
And now you are 15.

You've had a pretty busy year.
You got your permit and started  high school.

You drive.

You went to DC, to San Francisco, and you went on your first missions trip to Philly.

High school cross country

I remember when you were little and I would tuck you in at night. I would sing "sunshine" to you and we would say a prayer. 
I'd say: "you are so special. I'm so glad God gave you to me." 
That was our routine.

You don't say a whole lot, but when you do, it counts. You are funny and smart. You hate talking about school. Last year for my birthday you let me ask you anything I wanted and you promised to answer with words that didn't include "yes," "no," or "I don't know." 
I took more left turns to get home on that trip than I ever had. Our 4 minute drive took about 20.
And it was the best birthday present ever. 
Now it is your birthday.
Part of me wonders how this happens.
How does 15 years go by so fast?

But I already know the answer to that:
One day at a time.

 Today, I am thanking God for each day with you.
I hope that your birthday is special.
Because, are so special. I'm so glad God gave you to me.
Love, mama

Monday, October 5, 2015

When Ignorance is Bliss...

I'm going to ignore some things today.

And by some things, I mean--my feelings.

I received some news over the weekend that was unexpected. I was looking for this news. But I was expecting it to go a different way.

It is writing-work related.

I had some tears. I even drove to my parents house to get a hug from my mama.

She hugged me. We talked about other things. And when I left she said:

Don't stay upset.
Don't let this stop you.
You have more to do.

Oh, mama. You know. Even when you don't think you know, you really do.

So today, I'm still a tiny bit upset. 

But I'm going to ignore that. 

Because I have more to do.

Thank you mama. I love you so much.