It’s a treat not to have to call my mother on days when I get to sit right beside her and have meaningful conversations face to face. I enjoy not having to discuss her medical condition all the time. Today we enjoyed a little girl time. I was able to give her a mini-pedicure. I haven’t done that in thirty years!
She keeps flexing her toes to admire the freshly shaped nails and color. All girls enjoy having pretty toes! Right? Right!
I have several friends who remember spending the night with me when I was younger who also remember painting my mother’s toenails at the sleepover. Funny! I wonder how she bribed us into doing that?
New goal-Spend more time with my girls painting toenails…not at the spa but at home. Create time..time to cleanse, time to refresh…not just the toes.
Once again. Memories. They settle in so deeply that you forget about them for years until a tiny wisp brings them back up for air. Could it be an angel fluttering by? My imagination would like to think so.