All We Have Is Us

This has been the best Mother's Day ever for me.

My wonderful husband surprised me by providing a surprise week-long visit by our eldest daughter, Sis, and her family. They worked it out so beautifully that I, the especially suspicious one of the family, didn't have a clue. In fact, I was so taken aback that it took me a minute to process the familiar face that knocked on our front door - an entrance usually reserved for door-to-door salesmen and lost motorists.

The days since have been a glorious clamor of laughter, food, visiting our old haunts, and re-telling the same old family stories. My new daughter-in-law has patiently and sweetly endured hearing it all again, laughing in the appropriate places and riding along in the swirl of joy that has consumed this week.

 

I love them all so much. We are complete when we are together. Age, new family affiliations, distance, and changing circumstances seem simply to weld us closer.

So this is what heaven must be like. It's going to be rich.

My father has always had a special saying:

In the end,
all that really matters
is relationship.

Amen, Papa, amen.