Fleecy Clouds, Chapter 3, Steenson Hollow

Send me a Text Message or ask a question. — Jerrie Sometimes we don’t realize we’re living a precious moment until it becomes a memory. A little girl, a family picnic, a lake, a quilt on the grass, baloney sandwiches, and a daddy holding his daughter’s hand—nothing extraordinary, yet everything extraordinary. It was the first and last time they ever saw the other side of the lake. What if some of the moments you’re living right now are more precious than you realize? A...