Thursday night we readied ourselves for my child's first day of third grade. We chose an outfit and painted nails. That may seem standard, but not for me. At least not the nail painting part since my nails might get painted once in a blue moon.
I was just trying to get her focused on something besides school, so I told her to pick a color and we could paint our nails. Purple. The color of purple Easter grass. Don't get me wrong, I love purple so that could be why she chose it. I told her that every time I looked at my nails I would think of her on her first day in third grade. She just smiled. Even on Saturday, she continued to show my family our matching nails. What a reward knowing that such an simple act brought her joy and the security of knowing that I was thinking of her.
Psalm 127:3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward.
The first day back was very successful, nails included. She loved her new teachers and is ready to get back in the groove. For that I'm very thankful.
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