...from Everyday Miracles by Dale Hanson Burke

This weekend I found my eyes welling up at a the children's program at church. I am not normally that kind. Two girls in velvet and fur sang solos as their mom fought back tears. I don't know the mother well, and I don't really know her girls, but I have watched them. I remember them when they were small. It just goes so fast. As I held my own squirming one, I watched this mother smiling proudly up at her now big girls, big enough to memorize lyrics, big enough for patent leather shoes with heels...it just goes so fast.

1 comments:
I can attest to that, Momma.
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