Dad passed away one year after moving into our new home. Two months later, my mother was diagnosed with an aggressive form of triple-negative breast cancer. The amount of protectiveness I felt over my mother was surprising to me, but I surmise that it was not only because she was sick, but also because I had just lost my father. The cancer treatment led my mother to be unable to care for herself due to the immunotherapy severely affecting her lungs. Mom came to live with us so I could check on her while she slept, to ensure her supplemental oxygen was not kinked, so that I could cook her protein-packed meals so her body cells could repair themselves, so I could help strip the drains and treat the wounds to prevent infection, so that we could take turns reading our daily devotionals before bed and applying them to our lives, so that I could begin to see her heal, and so that I could love her like my parents have loved me. After seven months, moving my mom back into her home was hard for me. My little family agreed that the house felt a little emptier, but we were thrilled that Mom had healed enough to be independent again.

I have done a lot of reflecting in the past five years, and Love, Unspoken conveys the love I have realized, leaned on, and found contentment in, no matter the circumstance. In the midst of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, I hope you get a chance to reflect on the unspoken love you have in your life as big or small as it may be. As I sit here writing this piece, two fuzzy colts are jumping, ducking, and running alongside their parents in our prairie field. What a joy to watch!

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