Whenever I Touch a Velvet Rose (which is actually quite often)

Yesterday in church, the primary children sang a Mother's Day favorite--you know, the one that goes "whenever I hear the song of bird or look at the blue, blue sky. . . . whenever I feel the rain on my face or the wind as it rushes by." I was sitting next to my mom and she cried. Someday, when I'm all grown up, I hope I have a daughter who loves me as much as I love her.

For one of the sweetest messages on motherhood I've ever read, pay the Lady Loveless a visit today.