Before Lunch


This morning began with yoga on the beach.

Then coffee with a friend.

A quick phone call with my sister.

A quick check-in with my son.

And a stop to pick up a gift for my grandson.

At first glance, it seemed like just another morning.

And somehow I was able to get dinner into the crock pot! 

Still, as I looked back on it, I realized something. Every part of my day was connected by people I love.

Sometimes we think memories are made during vacations, birthdays, or holidays. But I wonder if they're really created in these ordinary moments—the morning coffee, the unexpected phone call, the thoughtful errand, the conversation that simply says, "I'm thinking of you."

Those are the moments that quietly weave the fabric of a family.

That's one of the messages behind Caitlin's Star. Love isn't measured only by life's biggest celebrations. It's found in the small moments of connection that fill our days.

One day, today's ordinary morning may become someone's cherished memory.

✨ The little moments we often overlook are often the ones that matter most.

— Nancy Range Anderson


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