Trent is almost 31. I can hardly believe it. What a blessing he has been to us!
The thing that most impresses me abut Trent is that sometimes I think he is more mature in spiritual things than in any other area of his life. He loves the Lord with everything in him and he loves to serve the Lord.
Last Friday, my husband, Don, took Trent out to buy me some flowers for Mother's Day. Obviously I knew about it, but Trent did not know that I knew. He hid them outside, and on Saturday night he went into the garage to get the shepherds hooks and put them in the ground. Then he proceeded to hang the flowers up. When he came back into the house, I was given specific instructions to stay upstairs in the morning. I did.
The next morning when I came downstairs, he was sitting on the love sofa, patiently waiting for me, with a big grin on his face. "Come here," he said. He opened the front door and there hung the beautiful plants. While giving me a great big hug, he told me how much he loved me.
A little later, while we were in the kitchen, he threw his arms around me. "I'm so sorry, Mom."
"About what?" I asked.
"You know. Your mom. My grandma. You know."
He was thinking about my mother who died three and a half years ago.
"But grandma is with Jesus and I know that I will see her again some day," I replied. I used that time for a little lesson, because, after all, we must prepare our special needs children for a day when we might not be here.
"Some day you may have a Mother's Day when I won't be here. I want you to remember my words and to know that if that happens, I will be in heaven with Jesus. And some day you will be there, too, and we will see each other again."
He smiled. I knew he understood.
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