Now that most of my kids are grown, it’s funny the things they tell me they remember, those special days or outings that are their favorite memories, so many things that I don’t remember doing, things that were so simple.
So this morning I’m up, thinking through my to-do list and realized I need to do something *special* yet simple with the little ones, because today may be one of those days they will remember when they are 92, and they will tell their great-grandchildren about their growing up and how God had blessed them with a family that loved them.
