Recently, one of my little granddaughters came excitedly running to me, holding out a penny that she had just found. Her little eyes sparkled as she held out her hand to show me her prize find. She asked immediately, if we could go to the store so that she could buy something. It made me stop and think about pennies and their value to me. I remember clearly, as a girl growing up, whenever we would see a penny on the ground, my dad would always have us pick it up. This was his practice all his life. He would say to me and my siblings often, "that a penny saved is a penny earned." To this day, I can not walk past a penny on the ground, without picking it up and thinking of my dad.
Last evening we celebrated my uncle's 75th birthday. We had a wonderful time sitting around the table with him and his wife, laughing, and sharing together. He lives down south and our time with the two of them is rare. Seventy-fifth birthdays are certainly a milestone to be celebrated, and I am thankful for the opportunity to celebrate his.
My mother was the oldest of seven brothers. You can only imagine the stories that are shared when we are together.
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