On one very sunny summer day, we all toured the caverns of “cave without a name,” mostly to get out of the hot Texas July heat in my beloved Texas Hill Country. While waiting for the tour to begin, we visited the gift shop where there was a pile of tumbled stones in a bucket my grandson spied.
After finding one he really liked, he came over to me and said, “This is for you Nana, to remind you of me.” My heart leaped with joy. It was a jasper stone. For you see . . . my grandson’s name is Jasper.
[Excerpt from Where Went My Want To?
thought for the day calendar by Sharon L Benedict]