My stepmother, Marie, was one of the sweetest people I have ever known. At her funeral I acknowledged that she had been a mother to me in nearly every way, but giving me birth. It was no surprise that she and my sweet mother-in-law, Gertie, became instant friends. Among the things that endeared Mom to my brother and I were her Christmas cookies. The variety in taste, texture, and appearance was unsurpassed. I could list my favorites, but I fear that I would have to wipe the drool off the page just thinking about them. They were artistic and culinary gems, but more than that they were gifts of love to two hungry and sugar addicted boys. I don’t think we realized at the time that we were even more hungry for the love Mom provided than the sweet sugar treats. I was blessed by those who have been mother to me. First, my mother, Wilma; my stepmother, Marie; my mother-in-law, Gertie; my grandmothers, Lydia and Elise; and a host of women who have been my teachers, mentors, and friends. Now in later years, I have the benefit of the wisdom and grace of my daughters, Gwen and Christy. Perhaps, that is why I have always been so impressed by Mary, the mother of Jesus. She loved him from his birth all the way through his difficult death. She was witness to his resurrection and has been a model through the ages. Praise God for the gifts he brings us through his faithful women!