Once I looked into the face of a little girl, sweet with rosy cheeks and bright eyes under a lacy bonnet. She would squeal with excitment whenever daddy would lift her high. Her favorite thing was the M&M jar far above her reach. This little girl loved picnics and falling asleep next to mommy.
Soon this little girl became a little lady, blooming into womanhood and I stop...slowing myself down... try as I may to stop time. Could this be my sweet little one who I loved to carry in my arms ever so often?