If I asked you what memories come to mind with the color red, what would they be? For me, the color red brings back memories from early childhood growing up in southwest Arkansas, of Razorback football! My daddy taught me to call the hogs, carry around my cheerleader doll and sport my t-shirt in support earlier than two years old! I am not a die hard football fan, and truly don't know the details but if asked who my team was, it was for sure University of Arkansas and my hometown Horatio Lions. Guess what, they were both red!!!   

 So to get to my story, a few weeks ago, my session included a two year old with her Razorback cheerleader suit here in Franklin, Tn! I looked at her sweetly and did my "woooooo pig soooeeeee" and told her my Daddy taught me that years ago. I can't tell you the last time I had done that, was truly a rush of emotions as I remembered all the times I used to hear my Daddy so into these games and cheering them on.

 Daddy suffers from Dementia at a young age of 66. When I went to visit him I told him this story of the sweet little two year old and me calling the hogs for her and he cried, then we cried together, and his wife cried and even his nurse left the room because she was crying also. Dementia is a very sad thing to deal with and I am grateful for every tear knowing that he was hearing and understanding at that moment. I then took that time to pray with him and read to him until I lost that window of time. 

  I do feel and pray for those out there dealing with these situations. My urge to you is love on them as much as you can because love is felt and heard so clearly whether they know who you are or they don't have a clue at that moment. Love is so important......I love my Daddy so much!!!!!!