Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Perfect Simple Love

Years ago, my mother was in a hospital bed praying to St. Jude, the Patron Saint of Hopeless Cases.  Beginning my life as a "hopeless case" may conjure up some magnificent images giving one a long-standing inferior complex.  However, the first few months of my life (spent mostly in the hospital) and through my adult years, I was surrounded by the unconditional love of my dear mother and father. I believe love saved me.

Now my world of love has expanded.  It's the little things like a First Grader skipping down the hall and saying, "Happy Birthday!"   And it is the unexpected.  Slipping into the car to de-ice the windows this morning, my eyes fell upon this.  A sentiment from my youngest; a card filled with that unconditional love and a cupcake.  No, I am not perfect.  I am loved. A perfect simple love. I am grateful.

4 comments:

Lee Ann Spillane said...

I am not perfect either, but I too am loved. Happy, happy birthday! Love the sweetness in this slice.

Julie Crain said...

So sweet! And what more could you possibly need that the sweet, simple love of family?

elsie said...

It had to be a great birthday when you start the day with love. Happy day to you! Enjoy all the sweetness life has to offer.

Jackie said...

How sweet of your daughter. What a beautiful sentiment and yes, love is what matters. Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/