The bell....

So we had dinner at moms tonight...the girls put up some more ornaments on her tree, and what did I find? My bell I made my mother years ago hanging in middle of the tree, the one she so proudly has hung every year since. The one that is hanging on for dear life, that little plastic dixi-cup with whats left of dried glue and remnants of glitter, and a bell that now struggles to ring inside.

That love and pride my mothers mother had in her children, and what my mother in turn has had for me has helped mold me into the mother I am today. I hope my children look up to me with so much love and so many memories as I have been blessed with.