Hand-Me-Down Apron -- a "6th Picture" Tag

I was bored with the Super Bowl last night, and didn't really have any ideas for a post for today until my friend Diane at A Picture is Worth a 1,000 Words, tagged me for a "6th Picture in your 6th Folder" Tag.

When I saw which picture it was, I couldn't help but smile.

This is our granddaughter Avery Grace who is 3-1/2, in her pajamas after her bath one night last April, "modeling" one of my aprons that my grandmother made for me when I was about Avery's size (gotta love those pink "crocs!").

Avery loves to play in the aprons and, of course, I love seeing her in them because they remind me of all the times I wore them when I was helping my grandmother cook. I hope Avery's memories of them will be as sweet.

P.S. -- I want to share Picture #5 with you, too. I took this picture of her sitting on the vanity brushing her hair after her bath ...

Looking back at these pictures makes me realize how much she has grown and changed since last April. She wasn't three yet then and still has that "babyish" look. It makes me want to "put a book on her head" to keep her from growing so fast!

Thanks, Diane, for including me in your tag. It was fun and gave me something to post for today.

In the Garden ...

I come to the garden alone, While the dew is still on the roses, And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, The Son of God discloses. And He walks with me, And He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. He speaks and the sound of His voice, Is so sweet the birds hush their singing, And the melody that He gave to me, Within my heart is ringing. And He walks with me, And He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known. I'd stay in the garden with Him, 'Tho the night around me be falling, But He bids me go; through the voice of woe, His voice to me is calling. And He walks with me, And He talks with me, And He tells me I am His own, And the joy we share as we tarry there, None other has ever known.