Momma's Birthday

It was my mothers birthday yesterday.
70 years old.
We all forgot.

But the day was redeemed because she reminded us.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. :-)

It wasn't a case of not caring.
My mother knows we love her. Everyday.

But there is something special about a family gathering.
We gathered.
At Perkins. What a feast!!!!!!!!

We parted ways to get gifts for mom.
We joined up again in a couple of hours and all were tired but pleased to plunk down.

My sister brought a project of homemade-pretzel-making for her sons school assignment.
We gathered round with coffee mugs in hand to watch and were soon drawn in and all were making cool shapes with this doughy substance.
She sprinkled cinnamon sugar on it and guess what? We feasted again.
Save one pretzel for the teacher.

We sat down to give gifts to mom.
She read the card and wept.
She opened the gifts and wept again.
We put the "gift" into the CD player and all sang along to a collection of beloved hymns while visiting around the table.
I looked around at the faces of my family as I sat there singing and felt a rush of gratitude for one of lifes most simple pleasures.
Harbor.

It isn't often that we get to experience this wonder of united hearts without shame or embarrassment of the intimacy that was taking place.
No, it is a gift indeed.
The healing of our lives have brought us to new heights in our relationships.
Years ago this never would have happened.

I know better than to hope that it will last forever, this moment of time in the little valley of Montana.
Times like these come in spurts.
But I am convinced that I will be staying by my mothers side for as long as I can.
Eternity is forever but this life is short.
God is giving me the desires of my heart.