There's a song by Stephen Curtis Chapman that goes:
I can see the fingerprints of God
When I look at you.
I can see the fingerprints of God
And I know it's true.
You're a masterpiece
That all creation quietly applauds
And you're covered with the fingerprints of God.
I see God’s Fingerprints whenever I look at my Mom. All over her. He’s with her on this horrific journey through alzheimer’s. It’s comforting to know she’s not alone.
It’s my birthday, Mom. Thank you for giving birth to me. Thank you for being such a good mother. You taught me so well. I am proud of the kind of mother I am to my boys. And it’s all because of you.
Thank you for all the sacrifices you made. For all the late nights you stayed up sewing ‘special’ outfits for me to wear to school the next day. Thank you for doing people’s alterations late into the night to pay for Girl Scout fees, skating lessons, piano lessons. Your ‘sewing lessons’ helped me create and sell my Ragamuffin dolls. They helped put two boys through college. Thank you for that, Mom. Thank you for teaching me that all things are possible with hard work and determination.
Thank you for teaching me the importance of family.
I pray that you know how much it all means to me.
I love you, Mom.
Carol
xoxoxoxox
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