Pretty Rocks

I've figured out that part of the reason I don't post regularly is because I'm too darn emotional.  There are things that I want to post about but I know I'll get teary or sad writing it and I am selfish.  I don't want to be sad.  This story is an example.  I took the pictures way back in April of last year, thinking I should/could post it then, didn't happen.  But that's not even when this all took place...I hate to admit it's from DD's Kindergarten year.  She's a second grader.  Enough said. 

It's just a fact that Drue had a difficult time transitioning to school.  If you know me at all...you know that.  Kindergarten proved to be the worst.  Drue cried most mornings before school.  She had a wonderful teacher and many friends, it's just that she was missin' her momma.  Her momma missed her, too.

One day after school, I found a little hand full of playground rocks at the bottom of her backpack.  I was about to throw them away but decided to ask why she had them. 

"Cuz when I'm feeling sad and missing you, I sit under the playground equipment all by myself and find pretty rocks for you."

The rocks are...and forever will be, safe in a little Mason jar sitting in the kitchen window.  I tear up thinking about those days. 

Along with aluminum foil swans the kids made with Pa

Dig's even made me a special love note to keep in my special jar.

It's a little better now, two years later...but those little pretty rocks will always be special to me.