The Handprint of God

I remember the day I was prompted to have lunch alone with my daughter. I remember the same day I received a text that said "Mom, do you think Ric would mind if just you and I had lunch together today?" I remember what the restaurant looked like. I remember the food we ordered and didn't eat. I remember the tears that soon followed by both of us...tears of the unknown, tears of fear, tears of faith, tears of love! I remember the words "Mom, I'm going to have a squishy".


Cyndi Benson