Mom in My Pocket

I truly have the most thoughtful mother in the world.

Along with my birthday cards (which will be opened atop the Great Wall), she sent a little pink tissue-wrapped bundle. Very mysterious. So Friday morning, while we were on the phone prior to my departure, she tells me to open it, and that the contents are supposed to go along on the trip.

Inside the rose colored bundle is the little stone I gave her with a handpainted cross on one side, and “God is my Rock” on the other. It’s accompanied by one of her engraved calling cards, with a handwritten note on the back:

“I have carried and treasured this, and would like for you to take it with you to remind you that, though I won’t be with you physically, I will be there in thought and spirit. I love you, Mom”

I am blessed beyond measure.

The stone’s right next to my passport, and will be with me every step of the way, Mom.

And p.s.—I love you too. xoxoxo