The flower garden in my heart

 by: Terri Neal

A little hand reaching up with flowers. The other hand tugging at my skirt as I stand at the sink finishing the last of the dishes. "This is for you mommy." I turn to see the proud and precious smile on a dirt laden face. Oh, that little face. Those cute rosy cheeks and those eyes so full of love for me. I take the flower and put it in a cup of water. Soon the petals will wilt but like a seed, the memory of this little encounter was planted deeply in my heart where it will bloom forever.



Time stand stills for no one

One of the kids changed my desktop background to flip through my picture files. I have A LOT of old picture files that I rarely view, and as I was sitting there, they were changing every 15 seconds or so. I was reminiscing with each one, trying to remember the location that each picture was taken. I enjoyed seeing how little my children were, in each one. Many of these were transferred from an old computer and so they were not stored in my regular picture files. I tried right clicking on one that was especially dear to find its location but… to no avail. The pictures just kept moving and changing and there was nothing that I could do to bring them back. The irony of that moment struck me. It was so much like the events and the people in those pictures. Time stand stills for no one.