Tuesday, May 10, 2011
1 of 8 didn't. Something about it being a bit pricey to fly in from Paris for Mother's Day.
It made me proud to be a girl.
And I've been thinking over the last few days how women carry each other's stories. We're the ones behind the camera and the ones organizing the scrapbooks and the ones putting pictures in frames. We're the ones who share advice and recipes and we are the sorority historians.
I love that about being a woman. Bearing one another's burdens. And telling each other's stories.
And hearing each other's hearts.
It's a beautiful thing.
Labels: women's ministry