As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good in order to bring about this present result, to preserve many people alive. So therefore, do not be afraid. I will provide for you and your little ones. So he comforted them and spoke kindly to them.
My family was dead to me and I to them.
This made for a Happy Mother’s Day when three of my sisters had a chance to come and see the new place. It’s been fun watching the cousins play together and doing real-life catching up with my siblings, my best friends in ways only flesh and blood can know.
We’ve missed entire eras of each other’s lives. In my early years of childbearing the others were graduating and colleging and moving and marrying. Those days when the first cousins were birthed I was six feet under in diapers and depression and eleven hours away.
Something had to give.
The one who gave was the father of my children, the man to first give of himself, giving me the gift of eternal maternity. After five years of talking to the walls, on Mother’s Day 2013, he gave me a gift, the keys to the outside world, otherwise known as the Internet.
He may not be a man of many words, but he has always spoken the language of God, in this case, the language of gifts. I had nothing for him those first September days, forgetting his birthday a mere month after marriage. It never stopped him from forgiving.
I never stopped forgetting.
He remembers my birthday every year, buying me clothing and cards, Kindle and ebooks, and those special desires of my homemaking heart, the Hazelnut coffee to seduce all my senses and that thing I once saw and forgot I ever mentioned in passing six months ago.
My sisters and I had the chance to talk such things and more. I tell them of babies done growing inside me and they speak the potential of life yet unborn. This all brings me back to that Mother’s Day May when the world became green and everything changed.
I was alive again.