Happy Birthday, Mom!
A Tribute to the Glue
Today my mom turns 78.
When I think about my childhood, so many of the memories have her fingerprints on them. She was the one driving us everywhere, making sure we got where we needed to be, feeding everyone, organizing everything, and somehow keeping the entire machine of family life moving without ever asking for applause. She was always there. Steady. Dependable. Loving. Quietly carrying more than most of us probably understood at the time.
And then there was her cooking.
My mom was the best chef. Not restaurant chef. Better. The kind of chef whose food tasted like home, care, and generosity all at once. Meals were never just meals. They were part of how she loved us. She could make a house feel full even when life felt uncertain, and she had a way of serving everyone else before thinking about herself.
She was a rock behind the scenes. That is what I appreciate even more now.
Life eventually asked something far harder of her. Dementia and Alzheimer’s began taking pieces of memory, independence, and familiarity. It is cruel to watch someone who spent a lifetime remembering everyone else slowly lose access to parts of her own story. Yet even through that, there are moments when the person you have always known shines through. A look. A smile. A familiar expression. Something deeper than memory remains.
I was blessed to visit her last week.
Back in April, she entered hospice, and yet she is doing remarkably well. I am grateful for every extra day, every conversation, every moment where I can simply sit beside her and be her son. We spend so much of life rushing toward what is next, only to discover later that some of the greatest gifts were the ordinary moments we barely noticed while they were happening.
Bitcoin has taught me to think differently about what can be preserved across time. A ledger remembers. It carries a record forward even when individual participants come and go. But there are things no blockchain can preserve. It cannot record the warmth of a kitchen, the sacrifice behind a car ride, the love hidden inside a thousand small acts of service, or the strength of a mother who kept a family moving.
Those things are written somewhere deeper.
Scripture tells us, “Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you.” Isaiah 49:15.
That verse means more to me now than ever.
Even when memory fades, love is not erased. Even when the mind struggles, God does not forget. He remembers every sacrifice, every prayer, every meal, every mile driven, every unseen act of care, and every moment of love that helped shape a family.
So today, on her 78th birthday, I celebrate my mom.
I celebrate the woman who kept everything running, loved without needing attention, and gave more than we knew.
And I am still praying for a miracle. Because God is still God. And until then, I will treasure every day God gives us together.
Happy 78th Birthday, Mom. I love you.
Kingdom Principle 👑
What the world forgets, God remembers.
Memory may fade, bodies may weaken, and seasons may change, but a lifetime of love is not erased. The meals prepared, miles driven, sacrifices made, prayers whispered, and countless unseen acts of service remain part of the inheritance a mother leaves behind.
Bitcoin may teach us that a ledger can preserve a record, but God keeps a far greater one. He remembers perfectly what dementia may take from the mind. Our deepest legacy is not simply what we can record or preserve materially. It is the love, faith, character, and service written into the lives of others.
Prayer 🙏
Heavenly Father, thank You for 78 years of my mom’s life and for the countless ways she has loved, served, sacrificed, cooked, driven, organized, encouraged, and quietly held our family together. Thank You for every memory we still share and every moment You continue to give us.
Lord, I am still asking You for a miracle. Bring healing, peace, strength, and moments of clarity beyond what medicine can explain. Surround her with Your presence and remind us that even when human memory fades, You never forget Your children. May she feel deeply loved today, and may our family continue honoring the extraordinary woman You gave us.
In Jesus’ name, Amen. 🙏❤️🎂📖🕊️₿👑