I believe all mothers have a collection of memories that are etched into their minds. One of my favorite memories is when my oldest daughter was around two and my husband and I took her on an evening walk. We just happened to be close to an open field and tree line when the sun was starting to set. Mid-step, she stopped and looked at the sky. The colors were breathtaking and I remember asking her what she thought. But she seemed to be in her own world and did not respond to m
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