How many of those special little moments of your life can you recall? I'm not talking about something big like our recent trip to Italy. I'm talking about something that seemed so small at the time that it might not even be worth remembering. But that moment in time lives forever in your memory.Some small little moments in my life...
The time a sweet nun offered me a quarter to spend at the school carnival.
"Ode" Perry sitting in his old easy chair, singing hymns while my little sister sat in his lap.
Burning popcycle papers in a hole in our concrete steps on Rural Street in Indy.
Me telling my dear Grandpa Cissell "Don't put pepper on my leg" while he fried chicken on the front porch of his house.
I witnessed such a moment when my two new granddaughters had their nails (fingers and toes) painted a beautiful, bright red. The "nail artists" were my sister and my niece. Both of the little girls loved the experience. They both sat very quietly and patiently while their nails were being done. And they did a pretty good job letting the nails dry too.
We were just finishing up a big weekend. My "adopted" son from India was visiting, and he wanted to have a big get-together to celebrate my daughter's birthday and to welcome the new nieces he now had. The girls met cousins, aunts and uncles, friends and neighbors. And they loved everyone they met. They now have a pretty good-sized family, and took it all in stride. You would've thought they'd known us all of their lives.
I'm not sure what actually started the nail-painting spree, but that's exactly how treasured memories are born--something simple, something not planned. Capturing the moment digitally is nice, but unnecessary for those that were there. You can't capture the smell of the polish, the tickle of the toes, or the feel of the soft little fingers in your hand. But who knows...sometime many years from now, just the smell of nail polish might bring this sweet memory back to life for these girls.
So don't be surprised when some tiny little hint brings back a treasured memory, or looking into the beautiful blue eyes of a teasing four-year-old reminds you of your father's blue eyes.
Again, welcome to the family girls. All of us have been waiting for you for a very long time. Thanks for bringing your sweet sunshine with you.
We love you very much.
Grandma and Grandpa
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We just cannot quit talking about these two sweet girls. We keep laughing about Bob having stickers plastered all over his face and finally one on his mouth and her saying, "THERE, now we don't have to listen to your mouth anymore."
I sent them a picture of Uncle Bob today on the cell phone. Carrie called back and we talked to both of them for awhile.
I asked S if her fingernail polish was still on and she told me it was "well except for, you know the finger that's right next to your thumb."
I think we're ready to move to Etown.
And the little stinker making off with my $1. "fee" for salon service. And her saying on Saturday night, "I'm tired of SMILING."
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