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A Mother's Blessings




Bless you, all you Moms, Grandmothers, Aunties and Stepmoms !

May God fill your day with lots of love! You are a blessing.




A daughter is a miracle that never ceases to be miraculous...full of beauty and forever beautiful...loving and caring and truly amazing.
-- Deanna Beisser




I and Blessed!
By Wilma Watson

I love you, my daughters, with all my heart
I've adored you all from the very start

I thank God for making you who you are
To me, you're just like shining stars

You give me encouragement and praise
I so appreciate your special ways

I love to talk with you and share
You show me that you really care

I'm so proud to call each my friend
On one another we can depend

With you in my life I am blessed
My daughters, you are the very best !


Find inspiration at Spiritual Sundays hosted by two special mothers, Charlotte and Ginger.

Comments

  1. Happy Mother's Day!!! Love the poem, it is beautiful just like you.
    Blessings,
    Bren

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  2. Happy Mother's Day! Sweet post

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  3. The sacrifice of a loving mother you showed even in this post. You had remembered your daughters instead. You are a beautiful mother, inside and out! I could hear your daughters saying..."No mom! You are the blessing!" But Happy Mother's Day to you and your daughters. God bless you sister.

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  4. you've spoken my heart and your face radiates your love of being a mom....Happy Mother's Day...the best....

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  5. Happy Mothers Day Mary!!!!
    You are a joy to behold and such a proud Momma!

    Deborah xoxo

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  6. How wonderful that you chose to honor your daughters on Mother's Day!

    Blessings, Debbie

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  7. Mom,
    You are the blessing and I am proud to call you MOM.
    Hugs, Kisses and more hugs.
    I treasure you.

    Love,
    Amy

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  8. Happy Mother's Day! You are the best Mom, and Sookie is so lucky to have you has a grandmother.
    Carrie

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  9. What a precious poem and beautiful daughters. It's a thrill to see the women our daughters grow up to be, isn't it?

    Happy Mother's Day,
    Pamela

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  10. This post is beautiful, Mary.

    And the one before it, with your wedding day picture, and your Mom in law's very wise advice... that post was beautiful as well.

    Mary, you are an encouragement to me, and I am so happy to have discovered your blog.

    I came by to greet you a blessed Mother's Day.

    Love
    Lidj

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  11. Mary,
    What a beautiful post, and beautiful pictures! You are a blessed and godly mother. Happy Mother's Day!

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  12. What a beautiful poem,and beautiful pictures.
    Happy Mothers Day,
    Ginger

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  13. How nice to give praise to daughters on Mother's Day. I am thankful to God for my precious daughter. It was so wonderful to spend time at her house yesterday. Our son and daughter are both such a blessing in our lives.
    Hope you had a Happy Mother's Day.
    Charlotte

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  14. I love the poem about daughters. I have two of them myself that I love very much.

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  15. Hope you had a blessed Mother's Day!! Beautiful post!

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  16. I pray you had a sweet Mother's Day! I love the pictures. :o)

    Love,
    Beth

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  17. Hi Mary -

    This is such a precious post with loving sweet adoring words.

    Also, I love the photos.

    Thank you for sharing, Mary!

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