Pictures from our September visit that I didn’t post and I’ve been thinking about her a lot today – I guess since that video popped up… The Little Miss came through the back door with flowers and tomatoes from her garden.
She doesn’t realize her gifts to me of 15 minutes to visit are such a blessing to my heart; but she arrives with hands full. On our way to the Chesterfield where I placed her yellow cup of picked-them-herself-flowers on the tiny table, she asked me how many plants I had in the house and when I responded I didn’t know, she thought it would be fun if we counted them together. 
We didn’t stay on the Chesterfield long at all this visit.
We didn’t stay on the Chesterfield long at all this visit.
We started out in my Jesus room looking for plants and she was intrigued with the tangerine colored ottoman that belonged to my grandmother. She had so much fun when she discovered my tambourine and tried a few scarves that were tucked inside and commented on whether or not they were scratchy. 
Then it was off to literally every room in the house where she counted the plants, and I must tell you – I have more plants than I realized. lol 
It was while she was counting all the plants in Victoria‘s room that she found the vintage red pumps that belonged to my mother, and our somewhat quiet searching for plants turned into the clickety-clack of her little feet trying to keep up with the bigger-than-her-heels as she was prouder than a peacock in those shoes. 
She tried out the salesman‘s recliner, got sidetracked by the diffuser – as always; but she clicked and clacked, and then she threw her leg back in pure delight so reminding me of her current age and a time when our youngest did that same move at the salesman’s brothers wedding while wearing a fancy white scratchy dress.
Oh the joy and delight of childhood. The Salesman has said so many times that the little Miss reminds him of our youngest and for the first time her standing there with her leg bent back, I agree with him though he wasn’t here. Of course, had he been here there would probably not have been clickety-clack going on cause the whole thing doesn’t quite go together with working at home; but the Lord carved out the quiet and the clack this particular day when he was out selling. So here I am reminiscing on a Friday night about a visit from a couple months ago from a little girl who visits in increments of 15 minutes as allowed by her parents and somehow it takes me back to think of my grandmother, my mother, and my daughter, and my desire to have grandchildren. I spoke with the mother of the Little Miss in the grocery store aisle and she thanks me for our visits and my writing about them. We cry in the produce aisle as we acknowledge our mutually beneficial relationship. I tell her I know she is not my grand-daughter; but I thank her for sharing her daughter and 15 minutes with me. Gifts come in all different shapes and sizes and can be quiet or clicking and clacking, gifts of the present can bring up the past and give such beautiful hope for the future. And the Lord knows this personal hope of mine for grandchildren.