Seventeen Years Ago

I was invited to a tea party yesterday. The softly carpeted floor was set with pink and teal teacups, purple plates, yellow saucers, and plenty of sugar. I had two choices of flavored tea: cheese or muffin.

I chose the cheese tea and it was delicious. The little girl who served it was smiling widely–her bright blue eyes fairly dancing as I asked for seconds, this time with a wedge of lemon if you please.

Immediately following the tea, we munched on applesauce and manicotti, with ice cream for dessert. Topped with cheese, of course.

When we had eaten our fill, she brought me her three baby dolls, and we rocked them and changed them, and patted their backs. Lauren Olivia soon declared it was time for them to sleep, so she prayed over each little one and tucked them in for the night.

Then she snuggled in my lap and smiling said, I love my babies, and I love you, Mommy.

I hugged her back and my heart overflowed.

Now, seventeen years later, Lauren and I are planning another special meal, a beautiful luncheon following her wedding.

I have little memory of scribbling the tea party words above, but I am happy I did.

The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink.

I write to remember.