I love this picture of Kylie and Melany. I really cherish the time I was able to spend with Kylie over the fourth of July.
Spending time with my children is very important to me, so I really appreciated having that time to enjoy with her. I Miss her so much and now she's all grown up and graduated.
As I look at her beautiful brown eyes, a special memory comes back to me. When I am sad I think of this day, and it always brings tears of joy and makes me feel happy.
The Story:
It was the day before her birthday and I had become very anxious, not knowing what to do. I wanted to do something very special for her, but living in remote Round Mountain I just couldn't get anything real great in time, and our cash flow was very low. So, I looked around in all of my craft supplies and found a very pretty piece of material. It was green with yellow flowers, very springy to fit the occasion. So I went to work and sewed her a darling little skirt. We did a few other things as well.
I was awake before the birthday girl. I was a little nervous hoping the skirt would be a nice enough gift for such a special day. We all gathered around KyKy and I handed her the gift I made her first. She opened the box carefully and pulled the skirt out. She had the most beautiful huge smile on her face as she ran to her room to put it on, leaving the other gifts unwrapped. She danced into the living room and began twirling, round and round while watching the skirt flow out like an umbrella, with her arms swaying. Maybe a scene like this is one of those that is most precious in the eyes of the beholder. I will never forget it.
Then not too long ago I was sitting in the government truck in Moab waiting for Dave to come out of his meetings. I looked over toward the library where a little girl was dancing in circles, watching her dress fly up, with a huge smile on her face and humming. It brought tears of joy to my eyes again and I saw my Kylie doing the same thing several years ago.
I just say God bless her as she begins her life in the big new world.
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