It's been windy and rainy lately here in Florida. My husband and I were sitting in the front yard over the weekend and a little bit of color peeked through the mulch. With all the wind, this buried treasured artwork--a mosaic stepping stone-- made by one of our sons had been covered in the mulch.
It's funny how little things can spark memories. He made this one summer in an art camp. I think he was about 8 or 9 years old at the time (now 25). Because the tiles are coated and encased in concrete it will probably last longer than we do. Whenever I see this, I think back to those special years of having two young boys at home and am so thankful I was able to be home with them...
...years of joyful play
...swimming and shrieks of laughter
...lots of little boy friends over to play
...homeschooling and learning together
...story time at the library
...Barney and Arthur
...afternoon snack time
...cuddles and naptime
SO thankful for these sweet memories...my own personal treasures from long ago.
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| Tonya Travelstead P52 |
Luke 2:19 But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart.
