There's a truly lovely offering at the Reflectionary: a mother's words to her son upon his college graduation. I encourage you to take a look--not to find a sweet love note (though you will) or a sermon (though you will find that, too). In her post, you will find the ingredients of both love and hope.
A while back, I blogged about the gift of being truly seen and valued as we are; Songbird's post is a stellar example of the fruits of that kind of love. The mother and the pastor truly come together in her words.
Because love is patient and kind. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. And wants to keep right on being born, whatever age we are. Love is a living presence which animates both the now and the not yet.
May it be so, in and for each and all of us.