After their dad died, Missy and Rachel clung to me. For years it was just the three of Us until they got married and left Home. For the first time, I was alone. I cried. Thankfully, I finally adjusted. But last weekend I was delighted that We were a threesome again. We sat together in church. We shopped. We chatted non stop. We reminisced, laughed at the Past and pondered the future for The grandkids, and also for me. As I age it's a bit disconcerting to See our roles beginning to switch. But for 24 hours it was like old Times. I had my girls to myself. It was just the three of us again, and This momma's heart could barely contain The joy. |