Once upon a time when my mom was expecting my older sister Rebekah, Mom-mom Hilda was convinced that the baby was a boy. She even bought Mom a little boy Christmas outfit. Of course Mom didn’t have a boy that first time (as Rebekah was born), or the second time (me), or the third time (Charis), or the last time (Ruth Anna). After having four girls, Mom never got a chance to use the little boy outfit. But she has saved the outfit all these years, and gave it to me for Silas.
I have very few memories of my Mom-mom Hilda, but I know she loved me and I know she loved the Lord. The godly heritage I have in my Mom and my Mom-mom is of eternal worth. This little outfit is special because it connects me to Mom-mom in some small way.