This is Kristi’s post. This is why I write; this is why my home and my world have been turned inside out for months upon months as we planned for a church; just this:
As I prepare to celebrate the blessing of my own amazing mother and the gift of her loving example, a piece of me is touched by grief. I am in awe of the vibrant and lovely lives of my children who have given me the honorable and tiresome title of mother, but I also understand the pain of the celebration. I have felt it sharply, and I have watched you, my dear friends, as you feel it too.