Sweet little voice drifting down from the top of bunkbed, "Mama, my leg hurts." I was in the middle of something and didn't answer immediately. After a minute or so, sweet voice continues, "Should I just go to your room and let you make it all better?" Mama's heart melts as I leave everything I'm doing, run to my room while thanking God for the privilege of making it all better. How marvelous to be "Mom"! May your tomorrow be filled with reasons to wonder at God's great plan for you!
~ Pilar Cardeña
