We were lined up on the hard pew of the church, waiting for Cam's piano recital to begin... and my Mom leaned over to me and put a big envelope in my hands. She smiled and told me she had finally decided on the perfect Christmas gift for my Gramma. Intrigued, I reached inside... but before the sheets of paper were fully exposed, my curiosity turned to tears. The kind of tears that overwhelm and humble. There were pages of my own words tucked in that envelope... a subscription to your blog she said with a smile. And while they might consider my words a gift... these two women are a gift to me. Because while my heart pours out the words for me... those words somehow become more when someone else cares about them, when someone else feels them as deeply as I do.
So Mom and Gramma... thank you. Thank you for loving me and supporting me. Thank you for being amazed by me, even though I might think that is just a little much. I love you both!