Does your mind replay a picture book of your moments? When I slow down to remember times with my children, its never the big adventures my memory pulls up, but the quiet moments of sharing that my heart remembers….
….a ninety year plus lady walking past us in Northwest Arkansas smiling her crinkly faced smile at me as my child touched her face and said “Pretty” one Christmas holiday
….my youngest look of accomplishment when she finished her first gingerbread house independently…
…my husband’s look of satisfaction when our teenager invites a friend to hunt with them and he gets his first deer…
…the expectancy of a table set with linens for a holiday meal…
…our family as we worship together and remember the reason for this special time.
Quiet moments replay in my mind…..blessing, all of them
