I've been hoarding my treasures lately and forgetting to share them with you.
A month or so ago I ran into this framed print at a yard sale. I snatched it up for one dollar.
It means so much to me.
When I was growing up in Monrovia, California, I lived across the street from sweet Mildred.
But, it wasn't until my 20s that I had the chance to really get to know her.
Her husband passed away around the same time that my Daddy passed away.
She used to wave at me from her front window as I came and went.
Eventually, we would run errands together and have long chit chats about her life.
She had an amazing life and her sassy spirit called out to mine.
A painting just like this one hung in her house next to the window that framed my childhood home when you looked outside. It fascinated me so.
Mildred passed away a month or so after Daniel and I were married.
I stood on my parents front yard and watched as the paramedics wheeled her to the ambulance.
She sat up, clutching her purse in her lap, and waved goodbye to me.
I have this print up in our bedroom bathroom.
Our little shelf across from it holds another treasure (this postcard was found while living in Mississippi).
That sassy young lady in the yellow swimsuit reminds me of my dear friend Mildred. She inspires me everyday.