and horseback riding,
The girl became a woman.
Time is precious ,and oh so fleeting
When you're young. And days are minutes
That stretch on forever it seems.
You grew up.
Found wings and flew,
And I'm here thinking about snow angels.
My oldest daughter is nineteen. She is only a couple hours away; at school and she does come home most weekends. This post is about her... and was
inspired by watching a sweet ,little girl at our school make a snow angel.She was wearing a pink snowsuit and her eyes were crinkled into half moons as she innocently transported me to another time and place.....
This was taken a few months ago.
God gave us memories so that we may
have roses in December.
( J.M. Barrie)