Little girls, flowers and mommy pots

My youngest daughter, Claire, and her "best friend from church", Marissa, had a blast together most of this past weekend. Marissa and her mom attended a drama presentation with Claire and I at our church Friday evening. Then I took the girls out for ice cream at our favorite soft ice cream stand and after that special treat, we headed home for a sleepover. The girls had so much fun and actually went to sleep by 10:30 pm! They spent most of Saturday biking, swimming, swinging, and.....picking wildflowers! They kept bringing me handfuls of tiny yellow wildflowers. I put the "best ones" in my little mommy pot. For those of you who might not know what one is it is a very small pot, usually ceramic, that a mommy can put those teeny flowers in that teeny hands just love to pick! A dear friend of mine gave it to me when my oldest was 7 and Claire was just 2. She died of cancer when Claire was 3. Every time I see flowers in my mommy pot I lift a prayer up for her son and husband. Her son is 2 years older than Claire. And looking at my mommy pot filled with bright flowers makes my heart leap because I know that Chris is in heaven ...oh, how she loved Jesus! And oh how she loved to give, and she loved her son and husband. She was a great friend. And around our house, those flowers represent all the tears and laughter that our friendship brought. We will always remember....and we will always keep the mommy pot filled during the summer. On Labor Day, we empty the mommy pot and place it carefully in a special spot in my kitchen....for...on Labor Day is when my friend went to be with the Lord....so....mommy pots and flowers....tiny hands.....prayer....and looking forward to an eternal reunion....