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Telling Letters

My mother has put together several scrapbooks with my sister’s help. She sat down and looked through one of them today. She wrote many letters to her parents many years ago. Her parents kept them and they now have a safe place in a pocket in the book. My mom took out the letters and read some to me and my dad. The one that struck me was written on Thanksgiving when we lived in Germany. Evidently it was during the time when my mom had broken her toe and was in a cast. She told her parents how us kids helped prepare the meal. She went on to share an update about me and my 4 siblings individually. Then she said my dad who was in the military just learned that he needed to take a trip the next day, so she had to help him get ready for it. As a child, I vaguely remember these things happening. As an adult, these memories coming from my mom’s perspective give me an even greater appreciation, respect, and awe for the way she handled every situation.

I Found God today in a greater appreciation of my mom.

2 comments on “Telling Letters

  1. Isn’t it too bad that future generations will not have old letters like that to read and reminisce about?

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