There isn’t an easy way for me to adequately describe the depth of the joy and honor that I feel to be the wife and mother of this family. The love I have for this tribe is overwhelmingly beautiful, intense, and never-ending.
Gathering around the table for homemade apple pie (my grandma’s recipe) will always hold a special place in my heart.
I imagine the days ahead when my children might make this same treat for their families, and the heart behind the tradition continues to deepen with each generation.
I wonder how they will tell the stories of their childhood. Will they remember the love and dedication we all had for each other? Will they forget the little spats and disappointments?
Will they connect with their families over food, recreation, or something else? Will meals around the table be a priority for them, as we’ve made it here?
Will they willingly work with their hands to provide nourishment for themselves and the tribe around them?
When they fall in love, will it be forever?
I’m excited for the future, while still fully embracing the present moments that are here and now.
No matter how life goes on this side of heaven, I know this to be true, God is always good. 💕