They looked so thin and worn, but they held
Mine just as tightly … as the day that I was born.
Those gentle and expressive hands …
Etched by work and care
Have folded over my bedside,
Many times in humble prayer.
They washed for me, they’ve fed me …
They’ve helped me be a man …
There’s something of our Lord himself ….
In every Mother’s hand!
My sweet Mum goes back to Assegai this afternoon! She arrived the day before Stacey's party and we have spent these last two weeks together. She has aged so much since moving away from Johannesburg and it scares me to think of her being so far away. We have had a lovely time together. She has missed my Dad though, and said that although she is sad to leave us, she can't wait to get home to him! I am not looking forward to taking her to the airport this afternoon. I know how hard it's going to be so say goodbye. I do know how lucky I am to have her and it's been fun having 3 generations under one roof!
Cheerio Nan - we love you so much and will miss you until next time!