I thought of you again today.

I thought of my girls again today.  I remember my oldest daughter going through my jewelry box and picking out what she wanted.  She was fascinated with each piece.  I also remembered both girls putting on makeup and fixing my hair.  Often I came out looking like a deranged clown, but they were making me beautiful.

I remember the M&M episode with my youngest and her father yelling at her.  He thought she had eaten his M& M's.  A sweet lady from church left her an M&M candy tin that looks like the M&M Cafe.  I wanted her to remember sitting on the porch eating M& M's and being upset that some spilled in the dirt. and it would make ants come.  I told her not to worry.  It was okay.  It will grow an M&M tree.   I also remembered her favorite owl necklace.  A piece of leather and metal shaped like an owl on a silver chain, with peacock feathers on it.  It was given to her at Thanksgiving when we all went to her Aunt's, my sister.  Her sisters friend gave it to her.  I suppose somebody is still doing something with my old Facebook.  I sure wish I had those pictures.  

Lord, I thank you for my children.  What a precious gift and priceless time.  Please be with them every single moment.  Help them remember you're there even when we don't know it.  

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