I was going through one of the boxes in one of our guestrooms. There was a bunch of stuff in there from when I was little. One of the things in there was a piece of construction paper that had a Mother's Day Poem and my the outline of my hands. I was probably 3 or 4 (I'm guessing) when this was done. I'm guessing it was done in Sunday School on Mother's Day. I wonder if my mom ever hung it up on the fridge?
It was just a sweet moment to read that poem to know that it probably brought her some joy to her life on the day I gave it to her.
It was just a sweet moment to read that poem to know that it probably brought her some joy to her life on the day I gave it to her.





