T has learned to be patient while I take photos.I've learned to be patient while he sniffs.
Dear God:
Today, I am thankful for pink lemonade.
This morning, while I sip a mug of hot raspberry lemonade, this childhood memory surfaces.
My mother, older sister and I are on an outing. I am very young - maybe four or five (my sister is one year older). My mother is young too, 30-something and very pretty.
We ride the streetcar from my grandmother's house to downtown Los Angeles where we'll shop at the huge Robinson's department store (the multi-story brick building occupies a full city block). The best part - whenever we visit downtown, Mom treats us to lunch at Clifton's Cafeteria.
While waiting for our lunch, my sister and I play carefully near the indoor waterfall. When lunch is served, Mom waves us back to the table. We are hungry and look forward to the meal - our usual: homemade chicken noodle soup with saltine crackers and a glass of pink lemonade. A simple meal fit for two young and unassuming princesses.
For this blessing, I am grateful.
Amen.
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