A lo I did of me as a child with my papa!
Papa and me….
When I think back to my childhood and days with my Papa, I remember snuggling up on the couch or a chair and reading stories. My Papa was a minister and loved telling me stories of the bible or reading funny books. It’s funny how I can have a memory in my head so clear and looking through my mothers photo album came across the same memory, only from a different angle….
Ever wish you could go back for one more day? Or ask one more question? Have one more smell, or embrace? I think about my Papa all time, and I wish my kids could have spent time with him as I had. He had such an impact on me and my life, more than he ever knew. You always want to please those in your life and I wonder if he can see me, and if he is proud…It tests my faith, although deep down I know the answer.
A smile is across my face as I stare at the photo on my desk….a memory so clear and perfect and beautiful is looking back at me….The beauty of pictures can forever last in our hearts and in our hands…..No matter how old I get I will always have this photo to take me back in time, to a memory so sweet.