Treasure The Past

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Those daughters and I…

Finally had our family Christmas…our FaceTimed family Christmas…waiting on a box in the mail…waiting for the perfect time…

Those little ladies tired…worn out from their busy week together…shopping…visiting the State Fair Museum…playing cutthroat Christmas Yahtzee…

They humored mama me while she babbled…asked questions…blah blah blahed…watched her open the gifts they sent…thoughtful gifts…meaningful gifts…

A beautiful vintage mirror…a puzzle for the quiet times…and a brooch…imagine that-a vintage brooch…”Three pearls,” they say, “for three girls”…

Mama me sad clicking that button…ending the call…that husband of hers chiming in…

“They aren’t little girls anymore,” he says. “ They’re grown women with lives of their own”…

And she knows this…of course she knows this…but there he is again: Steve Martin, this time in Father of the Bride…his grown daughter saying those words, “ I’m getting married!!!” and all he sees is five year old her…

And those ladies of mine…no matter how old…will always be their mother’s little girls…and sometimes…just sometimes she’s sad it’s over…

And she’d give anything to go back to that little house on Elm Street…and relive those little girl days…get one more dose…refresh the memories…

Because those days…those mama and her girls days…were more precious than diamonds…more beautiful than gold…more like those three little pearls…hard yet beautiful…unique and special…

Three pearls…for three girls…treasure the past…look forward to the future…and know how blessed you have been…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…