There it was again...another one of those "life just doesn't get any better than this" spontaneous moments.
Late summer, special little girl, flowered pink dress, grapes in the grass...
...you get the picture...and what a precious picture it is. Do you think Elli will remember the moment?
I have been thinking since writing my previous post that, in spite of my dreary ramblings then, my memory has indeed been a wonderful thing. I have been blessed to collect a garden of precious moments myself.
Just a few I thought of today:
-the excitement of delivering a May Day basket to my friend when I was just Elli's age-
-the joy of sitting on my bed listing a series of letters I had learned in first grade, while my big brother told me the made-up words I was making-
-how beautiful I felt on Christmas Eve when my Grandpa saw me coming down the staircase-
-how happy I was to get my first two-wheeler-
Oh, those are just a few happy moments from my childhood, which are forever etched in my mind.
And I cannot neglect moments from my grown-up life either, such as:
-the moment I first told Mr. Jorie that I loved him...we were on the campus of ISU close to the fine arts building-
-the joy and fulfillment I felt when I found out I was pregnant with my first child following years of infertility...appropriately, my friend Lonna was with me-
-the moment that I realized God had carried me through an intensely serious medical crisis-
-how I felt the first time I held my granddaughter and then my grandson-
No doubt I could sit at my computer for days on end and remember with joy and love the good times of my life. And perhaps that thought is what I will focus on, even though my memory is able to bring up those sad and difficult times of life. I can choose to let those painful thoughts come and go quickly, and I can use them to help me realize how beautiful, and how numerous, the happy memories are.
There are so many moments each day worth cherishing. I will continue to look for those...
...those precious "grapes in the grass" moments.
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