One Lucky Momma
As I drove up to girls camp on Monday, I listened to the three girls in my car. It made me smile, hearing them talk and sing to the radio. I love all our young women. I do. I'll be honest, tho', when I say that I have a favorite.
Sadie was only in YW for 9 months before I was called. So, most of her experiences have been shared. I know that I'm lucky. Not only do I love being with her, she loves having me there.
She sits next to me in class on Sundays. Often, she'll lean her head on my shoulder.
Oh, how I want to freeze these moments. I'd preserve them and put them on a shelf.
The label would read, "Precious Moments with Sadie."
Then, someday, when she's all grown and her attention has been captured by
some handsome, dark-haired man,
I can remember what it was like for her to sit next to me,
her love radiating like sunshine.
|(Sadie with a wig on. Doesn't look much like her, does it?)|
All week, I watched her as she interacted with her friends. She is somewhat like me,
but, oh, so different.
She has a confidence I'd only dreamed of.
She is a scout (Venturing) and carries a pocket knife.
She can call a flag ceremony with authority and grace.
She is kind and thoughtful.
Best of all- she has a testimony of the gospel and she isn't afraid to share it.
She loves me.
I love her.
I am so lucky.