A couple of days ago she and I spent several hours together, and in a simple way celebrated her birthday. We ate a couple of restaurant meals, attended a political gathering in Glendale, then she arranged her guestroom bed in a comfy way, and I spent the night with her. In the morning we drank coffee together and engaged again in sweet conversation.
My daughter is kind and gentle, truly a Christian, an exceptional mother. She also is strong, or she would not be alive. Among women, there is none more caring than my Rebecca. She inquires after her dad and me and caters to us in many ways. She is giving and generous to all she meets–perhaps to a fault.
How could I have known on that long ago day in October the joy and love that Rebecca would bring to our family. How blessed I am.
If you know Rebecca, I’d love for you to leave a comment here. 🙂