My Best Day

My first son was born on a cold, winter day.

This was the day I became a mother. My best day. My hardest day.

Now, I was responsible for him. I had to figure out how to grow that little, precious boy into a fine man. My best day because I got the joy of watching his growth unfold.

Now, I had to care for him and nurture his little soul. My best day because I got the privilege of doing that task.

This day was the day I worried about, the day I waited for and the day I was excited to experience, and it finally came.

The day God brought a piece of Heaven down to my arms. It was truly my best day.

Wait … perhaps my best day was when my second son was born. Or maybe it was when my third son came?

They were each my best day; for all of the same reasons and for very different reasons.

I remember smiling into each of their little faces and feeling humbled at the thought that the God of the Universe chose me to mother their little hearts.

What an experience—each of the three. My Best Day.

What’s your Best day?

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About Blue Jeans and Chocolate

HI! I’m Smalls (that’s what my kids call me since I’m only Five feet tall.) I am a Fifty- Something, blue jean wearing, young Granny, who strives to live beautifully. I’m a student of God’s word, the Hebrew language, love and life. I live in the Sierra Foothills with my precious husband and our Black Lab, Riley—she’s a handful, but we love her. I love to travel, to daydream, and to write; and I’ve become an aspiring novelist. I’ve lived in other countries and still plan to visit more. I love to venture off the beaten path in the attempt to discover the world not seen in the tourist traps. I love to read as a way of learning. I usually have a book with me everywhere I go—you just never know when you’ll have down time. I have three sons, two step-sons, a couple of daughter’s-in-law, and ten grandchildren (so far.)
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