Sarah’s new friend

Memorial Day weekend we went to Conway, Ark., for a reunion with Dad’s family. Sarah played with and sat on one particular chair throughout the day, and when it was time to leave, she proceeded to pick it up and head to the car with it.

I reminded her that it wasn’t her chair. Even though she had claimed it all day, someone else had brought it, and she had to leave it for them to take home.

Uncle Curt saw the disappointment in her face and her reluctance to let go of her newfound “friend.” He quietly said to her that she was welcome to keep the chair but, in exchange for letting her keep it, he wanted to see pictures of her using it.

He had no idea how much fuel he was throwing on the imagination’s fire of that little girl. We have drug that chair all over town taking pictures, including the Civic Center fountain, the library, our own backyard, a random driveway and the parking lot of a nearby school. Every time we think of a new place, we are off and running for our next photo shoot.

Thanks, Uncle Curt. You have given this Mama and that little girl some fun moments together over the past couple of weeks. We hope you have a few fun moments of your own as you enjoy the pictures.


About Rebecca Mixon

If you attend my funeral, please wear red. Make sure my loved ones do not bury me in shoes, and make sure they don't let the undertaker make me look ridiculous. I want beautiful music and lots of storytelling. All that will be great once I'm gone from this Earth. But, while I'm here, give me my flowers while I live. It has come to my attention lately that we don't "give people their flowers" until it's too late for them to enjoy the beauty, the colors, the sentiment. I'm changing that. The people in my life will know how they are appreciated and loved, and they will smell the aroma of their flowers as often as I get the chance to tell them. This blog is about the blessings in my life. Mainly, it's about the people who keep my world spinning on a good axis and help me realize that work, bills and stress mean nothing. Family counts. The rest is just gravy.
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