On the eve of my 53rd birthday, I sit here reflecting on the years gone by; birthdays that have come and gone. Don't misunderstand; I LOVE birthdays. There has never been one that I've dreaded or been "depressed" over. I feel blessed to have them!!
There are 2 that particularly stand out in my mind. The first, my 16th. Most girls remember their "Sweet 16". No need to go into detail there. Second, the last one I spent with my mom, 21 years ago. I have a picture of that day. She and daddy came over to our quaint little home for dinner and she brought me what would be her last material gift for me. I was in need of a sewing basket, as the one I was using was one from HER teen aged years. I still have that sewing basket and use it regularly. Each time I reach in for a needle or thread, I think of my mama and birthdays......and then I smile.
Her gifts now come in the form of special memories...
Blessings... G.R.I.T.S. (Girl Raised In The South)
...sewing baskets or cast iron skillets....loving memories with each use.... llj.... <3
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