Spiritual Sunday: Happy Mother's Day!

The beautiful woman juxtaposed beside the super awkward teenager in the picture above is my mother, Estella. Isn’t that a fabulous name? Growing up, she never liked it. It’s a family name, and it wasn’t in style when she was a kid. It was unique. It was special. The name couldn’t be more fitting. My mother is a unique, special woman. I somehow got lucky enough to become hers here on earth. 
My parents have both said that one of the greatest blessings in their lives is how close their children are to one another. I was reflecting on that the other day, and the thought came to me: it’s because of your mother. From the moment we were born, our mother showered us with kisses, nicknames, songs, and words of love. She always shared heavily in our joys and sorrows. We had that example of familial relationships from the day of our births, which influenced the bonds we formed with one another. 

Because she is fairly quiet in public, many don’t know that my mother has a wickedly delightful sense of humor. Her laughter is hearty and full. She finds many things hilarious that she thinks she’s not supposed to, which makes it all the more funny. She throws a great party; she is dedicated to God and her family above everything else. 

I love her so much.