I have a confession to make mamas… I am a sort of hoarder.  I hoard friends, and I have an enviable collection! I am so very blessed.

Most mornings I start here with you, my mamas. I make coffee and sit down at the computer. Here comes my next confession... Each morning as I pour that perfect cup of coffee, I use a stolen mug. This simple, vibrant lime green, perfectly sized Starbucks mug is my favorite of all our mugs. It is stolen because my mom bought TWO as a gift for my hubby. Unfortunately for him, I have commandeered both. One to use, and the other for back up when the first is dirty; it’s a great system FOR ME.

Unfortunately, I am not a straight up black coffee drinker. THAT would make life so much easier! I am a chemist when I drink coffee; I need the perfect proportions of cream and sugar. Every morning is a science experiment. 

Thanks to yet another amazing friend, I am making amends for my thievery. Recently, I had a ‘just because’ gift dropped at my doorstep.

You know what makes this mug perfect, aside from the beautiful soul that gifted it to me?  Each time I use this mug, I have to read these THREE POWERFUL WORDS.

love you more

Mamas, do I know that am loved? YES!  Do I want to be reminded of this daily? Hourly? Yes, please! Every minute may be a little too dramatic, so I will practice some restraint here.

This morning as I pulled my new freshly washed mug from the dishwasher, I had a little tingle zing through my body while reading:  “love you more”… This gift will never get old.

For my mamas in the tornado of grief, my prayer for you is that you always have:

a friend to cry with you

a husband to hold you

Jesus to wipe away your tears

… AND your very own ‘love you more’ mug!