A sweet memory from about 15 years ago. As I was taking an evening walk, I can across this. "Mom" saw me, spoke to me with a big smile, and made me comfortable enough, to take a couple of steps up their short walk, to the front porch. How could one not love this. We talked for a while...the three of us. This was her youngest son, patiently sitting still, so mom could hurry and finish, and he could be off...doing something he wanted to do.
This day would never have been remembered, except for those few moments. I love it when that happens.
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