Saturday, November 2, 2013

My mom

This is my  mom. She and our Grace share a middle name. And it is a privilege to be my mom's daughter and to name my daughter after her.

My mom is good and kind and funny and overly generous and has one of the most amazing minds I have ever known. She loves the gospel with every part of her heart, loves the temple especially, loves her family and loves to be a grandma. Each of our kids know how much she loves them and talk to me often about how much they miss her.

I know exactly how they feel.

So when our Grace was born, and my mom was able to be there to meet her less than two days later, I was incredibly grateful. It actually made me cry. The fact that my mom would take her time to fly 6000 miles, while the temple my parents are serving at was closed for a short time, just to see her family and her newest granddaughter, tells you the kind of grandma she chooses to be.

Those days in September that we spent with my mom are some of the happiest we have had in a long time.

Whenever I think about Grace's name and the incredible person she was named after, I feel so very happy. My mom and I are close and she has been there for me over and over and over again. I am grateful for the amazing blessing that she is to me and I hope she knows that.

And I plan to make sure our Grace knows that.

Our baby girl is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. And she is named after one of the greatest women I have ever known.

I'm so thankful for both of them. And love them so very much.