For most American families, a child is born and 18 years later your heart is ripped in two as you drive them away to college.
Eighteen years ago, a love for a child was born in our hearts. We haven't driven her to college but we packed her up and Rusty drove her to Washington, D.C. Our heart is ripped with emotion. Sad because they are so far away, yet happy, because they are fulfilling God's purposes for their lives.
Eighteen years we have been a family. Eighteen years I have had the privilege of being called "mom". Eighteen years I have been blessed.
September 15th is our "Gotcha Day" for Glenda. It is a very special day in our hou
To My Daughter, Glenda:
God blessed this mother's heart when He placed in you in our home and in our hearts.
You are a beautiful woman of God and I am so very proud of you.
To watch God move in your life has been one of the greatest joys I have known.
To see you submit yourself time and time again to His perfect plan for you has been amazing.
Thank you for loving us back.
Thank you for sharing your life with us.
Thank you for giving us the most delightful granddaughters a Noni and Big Daddy could ask for. (We love you too, Brad!)
But most of all,
Thank you for being you!
You are a treasure for which I am forever thankful!
I love you more than words can say!
Here's to a hundred more Gotcha Days!