It is stories like this that keep me enthralled with God’s love for us. He knows our hearts and delivers exactly what we need.
Kathy and I when we were toddlers with her Mom. I’m the “older” girl 🙂
Our mothers were nursing school friends and that meant Kathy and I were friends too as they, of course, arranged our social schedules. Little girls don’t pick up the phone and arrange play dates.
I have a few memories of times together then her family left Quincy for sunny Arizona for a better climate for her dad’s health. At six years old, we too young to write letters and besides, busy making new friends.
Later, Kathy wrote notes to my mom who was her godmother. and called a couple of times a year too. My mom would always fill me in on what she was doing but she and I still had no communication. Apparently, her family visited in 1965, but I was too caught up in my early adolescence and the Beach Boys to…
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