November 5

As often happens these days, I was running a little later that I would've liked as I headed off to retrieve Brady from preschool today. I felt the pressure to hurry up and get moving as I scurried to the car. But then this caught my eye as I started to back out of my parking space, and it quite literally stopped me in my tracks.

It may not be a Corvette, but that Mustang had a sweet little flame job right there by the wheel well. I smiled, and immediately thought of my Sunshine and how he loved those cool flame jobs. And suddenly, I wasn't so stressed and I wasn't so worried about being late.

Those little memories keep me going, and I'm thankful for the way God weaves them into my days.