Small Moments

Ever since I lost my Dad, life has been different. Life would be different for any one who loses a parent.

Yet, if I have to find some good, it is the small moments that don't pass me by. Maybe before, they did. Maybe before, I took them for granted, but I don't any longer.

Those small moments now define who I am and the memories I will tuck away in my heart.

Here are a few...

Walking through the family room, I spotted my youngest son with his head on Griffin's shoulder, while they watched tv.

Santa brought Griffin a new football bulletin board, and I noticed Griff had placed a photo of a classmate on it. Next to the pic, he had written directly on the cork, "Best Frind."

After Hayden opened his birthday gifts from us last week, Griff grabbed the wrapping paper and tape and disappeared. He then presented an interesting-looking gift to Hayden...an old "SORRY" game that he found in his closet. Hey, it's the thought that counts.

At the Children's Museum, my now four-year-old and I were waiting our turn at the Carousel, which sits under a "sky" of many stars. During the ride, Hayden asked, "Which star is Papaw Mike? I hope he's watching me."

Having a sad moment on Christmas Eve, the doorbell rang, and it was a UPS delivery. My friend Michelle from Georgia had sent some gifts. I've told her that as a child, I wished my name was 'Daisy.' I opened a gift box titled "To Daisy" and found a necklace with the silver flower hanging from the chain. She remembered.

Whether it's a sentimental phrase, or an act of kindness that stands out from the others, I treasure the small moments in life. Take note of them.

Life is a series of small moments, and strung together, they become our memories.