Sarah was my Welsh grandmother’s name. I never knew her but I love her just the same. I knew my dad and to be the kind of man he was she must have been really something, a special kind of mother.
Sarah is also our daughter’s name.
My heart just fills up with joy when I try to talk about this child of ours. There just aren’t good enough words to describe her. Dimples is the only easy one. The rest have to do with goodness and kindness in heart so special that I can honestly say it’s been a priveldge and a blessing to be her mother.
I look at her and think, God must love me.