As church began this morning, I glanced over at my mother. She was scribbling some numbers on her bulletin, I looked at her quizzically. She looked up and murmured "Dad would have been 92 today."
The brother got married a few weeks ago. It was a lovely celebration of love and family.
Both these poignant moments reminded me that memories are blessings. . .
- Grampy assisting with our math homework during Thanksgiving break.
- Picking strawberries (into our mouths) with the cousins.
- Cardboard sledding.
- After dinner conversation-not the content but the company.
Today I am thankful for the memories I have and the memories I'm making.
