~~Amen

I turned the wooden box over, and gasped. There on the bottom in my grandma's handwriting was my name. I don't know when she wrote my name on the bottom of this box but she had been gone about 13 years when I found it. I showed it to Papa and he smiled. Of course he made me take it home with me. It sits on my dresser where I can see it several times a day, everyday. I often turn it over just to read where my grandma wrote my name, and to admire her oh so familiar handwriting. It always takes me back to when I was a child, admiring the box. I can still hear grandma softly telling me to be gentle with it. But she always let me hold it and admire it. It was a treasure box to me, holding treasures not yet found. It's my treasure box still today, because it holds such special memories. And brimming over with love, with my name lovingly placed on the bottom. So many times I've looked at this treasure box, and wished with all my heart I could say, "Ohhhh grandma, thank you, thank you. Thank you soooo much!" Today I'll say a prayer, "Dear Lord, tell my little grandma, thank you, and tell her I love her." ~~Amen