There are many things I don’t remember clearly the older I get. When you start doing the math, it’s not all that surprising. After all I have lived more than 53 years. Now multiply those 53 years by 365 days. Wait we aren’t done yet – each one of those days has 24 hours in it and each of those hours has 60 minutes. And as if that wasn’t enough each of those minutes has 60 seconds. That’s a lot of moments to try to capture and remember and yet….There are some moments that build rooms in our house of memories. For in those moments that cement we accepted the invitation to be more than we were before and are forever changed. To be successful we will need to lean on God and others to help us along our way. I know that for me becoming a mother was such a moment. I have the privilege to be called mom to two amazing people – a daughter and a son – both adults. When I think of my heart – it resembles a mature tree with deep roots and carved into the very center of my bark are the names Tamara and Evan. I’m sure if you are a mom you have a name or two carved on your heart that you carry around with you.
