Last night, I made a big leap of faith. I let Anna spend the night at a friend's house. Her first sleepover, which is a big event in a little girl's life. But this mama hen has kept her chicks very close to her since losing Ben. Sure Sophie has been away at college, but she is 19 and it is time for her to test her wings. It is different with the little ones. Especially Anna. I feel this need to keep her closer. Call it a mama's intuition. She is still there, probably having the best of times, while the mama waits, trusting that all is well.
Once there was a store in Georgia. It is no more, but how I wish it was. I likened going in there to treasure hunting. One never knew what was going to be in there, and you had to dig through and wade through all the "other people's treasures" to find your own. I once found a set of blue and white teacups and saucers from England. I found lace handkerchiefs, a rocking chair, and an end table. But by far the best find was my kitchen table. I had stopped by one day while the kids were taking horseback lessons and the then little ones were asleep. The store was not open, but I went up to the window to see if anything new was there. And it was there. The table. And six chairs too! We were in need of a bigger table with Jack on the way. My mom had offered to give us her old one, which I was going to accept if I didn't find something I liked better. I didn't want anyone else to even see the table because I knew it was supposed to be ours, but one can never tell abo...
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