My mama.

It's been 10 years since my mama died and I miss her.

I miss my mama.

I miss her friendship.

I miss our conversations.

I miss her wise advice.

I miss her godly guidance.

I miss her stories.

I miss her adventures.

I miss her fun plans.

I miss hanging out together.

I miss laughing together.

I miss staying up late at night talking.

I miss making things together.

I miss how she lived her life.

I miss how she followed Jesus Christ.

I miss how she believed in me.

I miss how she encouraged me.

I miss how she loved me.

I miss my mama.

She was my biggest cheerleader.

No matter what happened or what I did, she loved me, believed me, encouraged me.

She was a wonderful mom, a special person, the best friend I've ever had. I miss her.

I still want to know what she thinks about things.

I still want to ask her advice on my wardrobe, my front room furniture arrangement, my job, parenting.

I still want to pray together, discuss our growth in our Christian walks as we learn to be more like Jesus.

I have worked through my grief and the plan of God in my life over the past decade, but I still miss her.

I thank God for all the wonderful memories I have. But I still miss her.

It just makes Heaven that much sweeter to have her there. But until then, I'll miss her.

March 3, 2001—March 3, 2011

Ten years without a mother.

Pepper Love