I'll never forget the day I was working in the floral department of Harris Teeter, and a little girl and her mother came up to the counter to pick out a special balloon for her father. The little girl picked out the perfect Fathers Day balloon and she was so proud. As they were walking away, I said I hope your daddy has a happy Fathers Day and she turned back to me and said her and her momma were going to his grave to send a letter up to to him in heaven. She said every Fathers Day she writes a letter and attaches it to the balloon and she lets it go all the way up to heaven so her daddy knows she still loves him. I smiled at her and told her how lucky her daddy was to have a daughter that loved him so much. Oh my gosh, I was a puddle when she walked away. It broke my heart. How touching. This one little thing meant the world to this little girl. Imagine if she still had her father. He died serving our country.
In the land of bloggers you sometimes come across those whom share your interests, who inspire and encourage you. I have been blessed to find so many of you that do just that. Thank you for being you. You never know when someone might need to hear what you have to say or write or when you may trigger another persons memory or maybe when you will inspire someone to make some art or take a step forward or to be brave.
