Reading others stories this past week, I saw such healthy perspectives. I pray as I walk through the rest of this journey, I will continue to see my past in the light of the beauty it was, because it is my story, given to me by God, the author of my life.
I don't remember stories from my pre-school years, nor can I get them out of my mom, but then again, we are both pushing upward in our years. I do remember that it was the years of cousins. I was blessed to have five cousins and my sister, all of us stair stepped in age. Our mothers must have enjoyed gathering together to discuss their children and the joy of parenting. Special bonds were built at an early age, along with precious memories of being with each other.
My grandfather trained horses and we all started riding at an early age. The thrill of coming from the city to the farm will always be etched in my memory.
Another favorite at my grandfather's farm was the swing he hung from a beautiful sprawling oak. Another recycled item, a metal seat from a tractor, spun from the branches by two large chains.
One of the few times we had snow in Austin, Texas....I remember making snow ice cream.
I was also in a neighborhood with alot of girls...so between girl cousins and neighbors, I was raised in a girl- dominated world. Our precious neighbors would become long time friends. There was a family on one side with six kids and on the other side was five. Between our three little houses, there would be 15 children!
Wow! too wordy I know...but this is my story! To reflect back at His goodness is just amazing.