Casa Mexico, my daughter, a picture

Last night was the final night before my son comes home from church camp. When I came home from work yesterday, my daughter was dressed up cute so I suggested we go out to eat. She picked the mexican place because she loves their rice. I am so proud to have a daughter and share a relationship with her. One of her good friends called her while we were getting ready to go, wanting her to do something. My daughter informed her friend that I wanted to spend quality time with her before her brother gets back. I smiled. While we were there eating I saw the mother of my children's first baby sitter. My children were 2 1/2 years old and 6 months old when we moved to Tullahoma. Now they are 15 and 13. Time flies. We enjoyed our dinner and lively conversation. I try to listen more and talk less. She tells me the lastest friend story, the lastest boyfriend story, what is on the agenda for the next day. Then, she takes out her new digital camera and asks me to come sit beside her for a picture. We hold our heads together and she takes several, choosing the best one. I see people smiling in the resturant. I am the lucky one. My daughter tells me I am pretty. She thinks I look young and I try to dress young. I think she is proud of me. We laugh and look at the pictures and I see a love, a bond, my daughter. I won't forget last night. I won't forget her sharing her lip gloss with me or telling me how nice I looked. I won't forget picking out new shampoo, lotion, rollers or make-up. I won't forget the memory, the picture of my daughter and me, side by side, together. Our meal was $13.00. I think it was priceless.