changing my mind…

A few months ago while we were unpacking I found this laminated Mother’s Day card that I gave my mom when I was about six years old.  There was a lively crayon colored flower on the front, the simple words, I Love you, on the inside, and I signed it, Love, Kristy.

I haven’t been Kristy for a long time, but when I heard my own mother’s happy voice yesterday, I realized that she still thinks of me as Kristy sometimes.  It made me even more homesick than I already am.

My two babies came through in re