Happy Birthday to my mom, who I'm lucky enough to also call my friend.
We spent this past weekend celebrating her birthday in Michigan. As usual, it was a great trip. I always wish we lived closer (although I'm glad it's just a quick drive away) because I cherish our long conversations about faith, relationships, marriage, books, travel... everything.
After returning to Illinois, on Tuesday I got a package in the mail from her - with two of the books she'd told me had recently had a big impact on her walk with Jesus, and a set of hot curlers, which I'd mentioned I had been looking for. And that's pretty typical for her - that even while celebrating her own birthday, she was giving me a really thoughtful gift - some serious books, but some fun stuff, too. The books she sent were indicative of her personality - that she continually is learning more about what it is to follow God, and wants to help me along the journey, too.
Mom, in you, I see a woman who is passionately pursuing Jesus, and as a daughter, I'm more thankful for this than anything else you could do.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you!
