She is called by a lot of names, Paula, Mrs. Smith, Mother, Mom, Noni, Nons, and Babe. She is respected, admired, cherished, and loved. She is confident, strong, serving, caring, and loving. She is God’s daughter. She is beautiful. She is the mother of my children, and I am blessed.

When I first met Paula, I was in the Adventures in Missions program at the Sunset School of Preaching in Lubbock, Texas. The first time I saw her I knew I had to get to know her. Before we even became a real “couple” she spent some of her evenings entertaining two of my young cousins while I taught my Uncle about Jesus. That is when I knew she had to be the mother of my children. I saw the way she interacted with those two relative strangers. Those two small children. And I knew she had a special gift.

She is the reason we are, as a family, what we are today. A close knit, loving family. She passed on the intelligence that helped our kids graduate with honors. She taught responsibility, integrity, honesty, and love. She nursed the kids, cleaned the kids, fed the kids, read to the kids, played with the kids, and disciplined the kids. It is because of her, they follow, serve, and love, God.

And now, she does all those things for my four grandchildren. She can’t get enough of them, and they can’t get enough of her. She thinks of them daily, wants to see them daily, and prays for them daily.

She has a special gift, and she is a special gift.

She is the mother of my children, and I am blessed.

Till next time.

Grump