Today, Sunday, I wish you the gift of sweet memories.
Much of the time, we get lost in the tasks, the long "to do" lists of the day.
So today, this fine Sunday in June, I hope you'll take a moment to remember something sweet from the past.
When I look at the African violet plant sitting on the kitchen windowsill, shown in this post, my paternal grandmother comes to mind.
She loved African violets and since they rarely died quickly, they must have loved her, too.
She had a tender touch.
I can still see her gentle blue eyes from behind glasses; her long, gray hair pulled back from her face and rolled into a bun at the back of her neck.
Someone said once that Grandma never cut her hair.
When she let it down at night and brushed it, it fell past her waist.
It's been decades since she went to the other side and still, a part of my heart aches when I think of her.
Thankfully, I have mostly good memories of her.
WHAT IS ONE SWEET MEMORY FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD YOU COULD SHARE TODAY?