A reminder of the little things

Last night I was stroking Laci's hair as she was laying on the bed.  Whenever I do that, I am reminded of a post a friend of mine posted on Facebook awhile back.  This friend lost both of her parents too young, too soon.  She said that she misses her mom the most when she is stroking her daughter's hair.  I think of that and am grateful for my mom.  And I am grateful for my daughter.