I’m thankful for memories. I’ve been looking at old pictures of my firstborn lately. And it’s amazing to me that she was ever so small. I know she was, but when I see her today, she’s tall and lean and changing into a young lady.
I don’t know when it happened, but I’ve been here the whole time.
I think about who I was and what I was doing when the pictures were taken and some of the memories are good, some of them aren’t. I’m grateful for them all. Everything I’ve experienced has helped me become who I am and learn about life.
I also appreciate the feelings that come with each memory, some bring such joy and the ones that don’t have a lesson.
I’m grateful for that. To read this series from the beginning, click here.