I don’t have very many memories of my child hood; BUT, one that I do have is of my Mammow painting my fingernails and toenails. Every time we would go for a visit, she did them for me, and in bright red!
I got an email from my Mammow….she made me cry; felt led to share:
“Yes, I did smile but through teary eyes. I can still see you lying in bed after I finished polishing them, lying on your back, holding up your nails and looking down at your toenails. Thank you for thiose memories, too, along with many others.
I love you….MaMaw”
Thank you, God, for memories; for good memories and the love that comes with them.