Last week I was sorting through Asher's desk cleaning out all last years school books. I came across this wonderful pile of special birthday cards from Oma. He loves them and will keep them forever. It reminded me of all the beautiful notes that I received from her as a child. Often on the day she was cleaning my bedroom there would be a note on my pillow. Always encouraging me in the Lord, or thanking me for doing something to help her. And always, always telling me she loved me. I still have all of them. In a precious box labelled notes from Mom. She still sends the most beautiful birthday cards. Another very sweet thing she does is write a thank you note after every visit. How thoughtful is that? I think the most difficult thank you note from her was her first visit without Dad. I remember vividly reading it and crying that it just said, "love Mom". Thankfully her first visit without Dad was also a visit to welcome Julianna. Sadness and joy. We love having her over and we love how she loves our kids.



She walks around with this card at least once a week saying, "my card from Oma, I love her!"
"Her children rise up, and call her blest" Prov 31:28
She is blest and we are blest because of her!