sweet moments
my great-grandmother thought about me today. how do i know this? because i had the most awesome moment in my history class while i was "taking notes". it was bitter/sweet; i was sitting there and all of the sudden i had the most vivid memory of her sweet tea. she made the best sweet tea in the whole wide world, i could smell it; taste it; feel it. it was wonderful, and it was in the one metal glass that she had that kept it extra cold. you were the lucky one any day you got that glass. it was magnificent, the bitterness is though, that at the very moment i realized what i was experiencing, it was gone. but even to have that brief moment was all i could ask for. it was a true blessing from God. my momma young looked down from heaven today and thought about me. i'm the luckiest girl in the whole world.