Really, there is a lot to be said for living in a small town. One exceptionally fun thing we do around here is have a homecoming parade....right smack in the middle of the road, in the middle of the day. The police are there, the firemen are there, the schools' principals are there, the band plays, the children grab and tussle for candy - we even had hot dogs
cooking on one float....We had mascots!
Of one kind ....Or another....
My baby girl, Martha, was there....I'm not bragging, but she was the sophomore class "princess" this year AND the cutest little 'ole cheerleader in that parade.
Sigh. Right now, I'm thinking "Oh, to be young again".
There was a special appearance by another favorite girl of mine....she had the honor of crowning the new QUEEN during half time of the football game.
I was there, on the field, feeling wistful and snapping photos.
I am grateful that we can still do the parade without the threat of violence or without a petition from angry people who don't want the road blocked or a child advocacy group overly fearful of poison candy or something. I am grateful that homecoming is still an honored thing among young people and that traditions are still upheld.
Martha's roses stood in stagnate water on the kitchen table until all the petals fell off and then I carefully carried her little tiara to the attic and lovingly placed it in a box already chock full of happy childhood memories.
And all God's people said, AMEN.