And the winner is...1292 and counting

Thank you to all who thought of us, whether you sent cards or not, it still meant a lot to my family. I had the perfect song picked out for this blog, but couldn't record it like I wanted to.

So the best that I can do is give you the lyrics below and reference the artist:

The Last Song: Terri Hendrix
written by Bill Mallonee and Julie Miller copy right 1997

May your peace be an anchor

In stormy times

May your hope run like a river

That'll never run dry

May your burdens grow light

May your worries subside

This is my prayer for you
May your soul grow deep

May your joy run wild

May your heart know the face of mercy has smiled

May your faith come to let you believe like a child

This is my prayer for you

This is my prayer for you

One of the best songs ever written, and sung beautifully. Find it, play it, buy it. Great artist and great song.

Okay, with that being said, let me discuss my weekend with my mom on her birthday. Let's just say that there were so many sound bites and moments, that I can't possibly include them all in this blog. Instead of focusing on my lessons so much, I will dedicate this blog to what everyone wants to know: how is she, and how many cards did she get. The following picture is of my mother and cousin sorting through the photos in an attempt to get a final "official" count. We had a running bet somewhere between 800 and 1500. Here is Patricia and mom sorting cards. We had only been out of the car and off the road 10 minutes when mom put us to work. I was cooking and Patricia was assigned the task of sorting:

And the aftermath scene played out as follows:

Mom really loved the cards from the elementary students. Most were sent from the Freeman school district in the Dallas area:

And finally here she is amongst all 1292 cards that everyone sent! Thank you everyone! You have no idea how much this meant to her and our family. Read beyond the pics for further updates.

My mother has become someone I never knew her capable of being, loving, humble and spiritual. I am blessed to have this opportunity to rediscover my mom, and for the opportunity for her to get to rediscover me. If you haven't had this opportunity with your own parent(s), this is my prayer for you.