Valentine’s Day may celebrate romance, but for me it will always tell a deeper story. My son was

born on February 14, 1997—a day the world calls romantic and associates with flowers and

cards—yet his birth taught me that love is not about being admired, but about being poured out.

That day, love took on flesh in the form of another child entrusted to my care.

A mother’s love for her children is fierce and protective, yet purposeful—always pointing them

toward the One who must ultimately come before her.

“The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you; the LORD turn His face toward you and give you peace” (Numbers 6:24–26, NIV).

Now, I am watching love come full circle. My son became a father—first to a daughter, and now

to a son. And my oldest daughter has also welcomed a daughter of her own. As I watch them

hold their children, I see the evidence of a love that was never meant to stop with me. It was

meant to pass through me.

“One generation shall commend Your works to another” (Psalm 145:4).

There is both ache and joy in releasing your children into adulthood and witnessing them become parents themselves. It is love that trusts God with what once rested in your arms and believes He is faithful to finish what He began.

“He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion” (Philippians 1:6).

I loved my daughter first—and that love shaped me.

I loved my son next—and that love stretched me.

Three years later, God added another daughter to our family, and I learned a sacred truth: love

does not divide when it is shared—it multiplies. Each child receives a full measure, intentionally

and graciously given by the Father.

God’s love confirms His faithfulness. What He starts, He sustains. What He gives, He multiplies.

We celebrate Valentine’s Day once a year—but God writes love into families for generations.

And by His grace, that love doesn’t stop with us.

It keeps going—to our children, and their children’s children.

Now I watch love multiply, generation by generation, knowing it all began with the Father’s

heart.

“We love because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19).