I celebrated a birthday last week. My mom gave me a card with a picture of a little girl in a poufy dress and a hat with a flower on the brim, carrying some pink flowers in her hand.
The card says,”Daughter, nothing could be more beautiful than memories of the dear little girl you were… except the thought of the unique and wonderful person you are today!”
My mom said, “The picture reminds me so much of you when you were little. You loved to wear dresses. You were so prissy. Little Miss Priss!”
I thought, “Me? Prissy? Hmm…maybe I need to go shopping for a new dress and hat…something that will make me feel prissy again…”
The words on the card and the words my mother said both meant so much…
By the way, it’s a l-o-o-o-ng stretch of the imagination for anyone besides my mother to remember me as a little girl! Little Miss Priss, indeed! Gotta find that girl again!