All of the pretty little Easter dresses in the stores this time of year always bring back memories for me. Some of my fondest memories are of Easter and peeking into the fridge to see the flower my dad picked out for me to wear to church on Easter Sunday morning. He would always pick out the most beatiful orchids for my mother and I to wear on our Easter dresses. The dress was another thing to look forward to. I always got a lovely new dress to wear for Easter and with that flower, I felt like I was the prettiest girl at church that morning. At least that's what my dad would tell me, and I knew he wouldn't say it if it wasn't true :)
It makes me sad to think how many little girls don't have a daddy to buy them a flower and tell them how pretty they are. EVER. But I know one thing, by next Easter there will be one less lonely child in this world, one less mama who keeps looking at pretty little dresses and putting them back on the rack, and one more daddy who can say that he has the prettiest little girl in the whole world.