When he was small, my youngest son had a habit of filling his pockets with treasures he encountered in his daily adventures. I didn't always understand the value he saw in his chosen objects -- really, how many rocks and sticks could one boy keep? In his eyes, though, each one was beautiful and important. Life is just like that on a larger scale, isn't it? We gather up the precious bits of our experiences and save them all to learn from and enjoy later. Perhaps you'll find a little something here that you'd like to keep in your own pockets. Thanks for visiting.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

For my mom

Have you ever caught yourself saying or doing something and suddenly realized, "Oh my goodness, I have turned into my mother!"? I do that all the time... and I'm so glad I'm like her.

Happy Mother's Day to my beautiful mom. xo

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