Yesterday marked two years since my dear mama's passing. In some ways, it feels like just yesterday that we were dancing in the living room to Beyonce (when we were supposed to be cleaning house), yet it also seems like a lifetime ago that I saw her sweet face and felt her embrace. (It's tough to beat a good hug from your mama.)
However, the Lord has shown me such grace and mercy over the last few years. Well, he's showered me with grace and mercy my whole life, but I was too stubborn and prideful to rest in it. (Breaks my heart to think of the time I missed with Him.)
My family and friends are amazing, y'all, and they have loved on my brother and I--and each other--so thoughtfully. I received many texts and emails yesterday, sharing thoughts and prayers and well-wishes. A very sweet friend sent a lovely bouquet, while another sent a precious card that brought a smile to my face. I got word that two of the chickens stowed away under Pops's truck to join him in visiting the gravesite. (True story.) My sweet man surprised me with a massage, dinner, a beautiful yellow rose, and a request to share Mom stories/memories throughout the evening.
Not a day goes by that I don't think about her or recall a funny, silly little moment shared together that makes me giggle and tear up at the same time. She left such an incredible impression on all who knew her, sassy and sweet to the end. Such a blessing to have witnessed the portion of her life that I did.
I can't wait to see her again. To catch up and see her smile, angelic even before she was called home. There's so much to look forward to, and I'm thankful beyond measure for the earthly family that God has blessed me with to take this journey.