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My Mother always knows best...

This is just one of the MANY reasons I love my Mother...

This was exactly what I needed to hear today. Thank you Mom. Love you too. 
You are truly a blessing to Me and my family. Can't wait for you and Dad to meet your new grandchild(ren) someday!!!!

Love,
Mara


I was reviewing your Waiting Stitches blog and realized that today is the 15th – which means that you have been officially on the waiting list for 2 months now.  A lot has changed since your 1 month milestone, options have been reveled that you never even knew you had! 

Guess we need to just look at each month that passes as one month closer to the ultimate reward – not just one more month of waiting. 

God has shown you that even though you do your homework and think you have things pretty well figured out, He alone knows what His plan is.  And sometimes His path for us has lots of bends and curves in it (and even some dead ends where we have to retrace our steps to get back to the main path).  Just remember, as the Footprints poem states, that he is with us always, helping us along the path – and when there is only one set of footprints, that is when He is carrying us because we need the extra help to continue on. 

May the journey along this path be as easy and short as possible.  But know that God is ever there with us, guiding us and keeping us in His love.

Love ya and God bless – all of you (even the family members that we do not personally know yet),

Mom
I've learned from the best - My Mother, and Her Mother

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