Feels Delicious

When I was a young girl we would go to the beach with my Mimi and Granddad (my mom's parents). My grandfather loved to swim in the ocean. When Granddad would come out of the water he would say, "Mmmm. That felt delicious." Even as a little girl I remember thinking how strange that was. After all, things taste delicious...they don't feel delicious. Boy, I was wrong.

Yesterday morning Lily was standing on the footstool in the bathroom while I was doing my normal morning routine. As I was washing my face I heard Lily's sweet little voice say, "Lily help Mama." Then I felt Lily's tiny little hands "helping me" wash my face. I can't tell you how tender that moment was.

Lily's hands were as soft as butter and she could not have been more gentle. As Lily helped me wash my face I realized that Granddad was right...somethings do feel delicious!

Speaking of delicious...look what I'm making for dinner.