Spent an hour and a half today speaking with my mother. It is her birthday is the USA--April 10th. Today she is 92 years old.
What a blessing it is to have a mother with whom one wants to talk. It seemed like minutes between the first hello--I sang her happy birthday--to the last good-bye.
Mother is so positive about everything. She was extremely grateful for those of her children, grandchildren, nieces, friends, etc. that had called or come to visit. She never mentioned nor do I think she kept track of those who had not called or visited. Near the end of our conversation, Brother Dale Burgess (and Afton who stayed in the car) came with a Kentucky Fried Chicken dinner for mother. How sweet is that.
She recounted the blessings of the day starting with her time in the temple. When the conversation ended I felt uplifted, and loved.
I have always wanted to be just like her which I find is a difficult task.
Why is it that those who live with many trials seem to be the most grateful and the happiest people?
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