My Little Angel Dressed in White

This was Lynda's first Christmas with us in 1975.  She had just turned four.  She looked like a little angel in her white dress and that blond hair.  I'm looking at this picture right before I go to sleep.  I would so love to dream about Lynda tonight.  Before she died I used to dream of her often and she was always able to speak.

I dream of seeing Lynda again one day for real.  In heaven.  Right now I would just love to see her in my dreams.  Thinking about Lynda at least helps me to fall asleep sometimes.  I'm sure when I do dream about her it will be a total surprise.

I have a granddaughter, Morgan who will be turning four this January.  It's just hard to wrap my mind around the fact that Lynda would have been 42 this September.  Equally difficult to grasp is that we have six grandchildren that are around the ages that Lynda came to live with us.  Of course I look at them and memories of Lynda at that age are sure to follow. 

Thank you Lord for Meghan, Morgan, Mason, Graysen, Kaden and Karson.  Thank you that they are healthy, happy and loved.