I'm glad the Nurses at the TMC Maternity Ward didn"t think I had lost my mind tonight. I was sure I was going to get some funny looks but instead i got hugs and tears with joy. It has lifted my spirits and gave me great joy in my heart. So, let me share about my little adventure. 
Of coarse, for those of you that say my Stolen Generations Blog today, you know that today Patience Lynn was due to arrive in this world. She would have been 2 Years old and I was upset at not having her or her mother here. (if you want to read that Blog and haven't....I will include a link below in this blog)
After posting it I had this overwhelming need to get out of the house. So, I got in my car, really not sure what I was doing or were I was going. I ended up at the Sherman, Tx. Walmart looking at baby things and something came over me and I decided to be someone elses blessing. I bought a newborn baby outfit with shoes, a blanket, bottles and of coarse every little girl should have a doll and I got a gift card to take care of babies other needs and put them all in a sparkling Purple Gift Bag. In one of those crazy random moments that was PURE ASHLEIGH........I marched up to to Labor and Delivery area of TMC Hospital and asked the nurses at the station for help. I explained that I had lost a Daughter who would have had her daughter on this very day and that I wanted to leave someone a gift. I asked if there were any little girls born today and said there was two. So, I asked them to give it to the mom who they thought had the most need of baby things. The ladies there were so nice. One of them lived in that area were Ashleigh was killed. We hugged and let I said there was happy tears. One nurse said, "You made my night." 
Ashleigh made my life so special and her daughter, our Patience would have been such a joy. How could I not Share Ashleigh's Heart on this day of all Days? It was what Ashleigh would have done and I honored her and Patience memory tonight. Lastly, I will share the blessing I wrote for the Mother and child whom I never met...
In Memory of my little girl & her little girl....
I would like to give you this blessing on this joyous day....
May your daughter always know love, joy, beauty, & faith.
May she grow up strong with a kind heart but full of spirit.
May my Angels watch over her as she grows & you be as blessed as I was to be a mom.
Wishing you many blessings.

Some days I'm in awe of how great God is to me. I go to the Walmart in Bonham and I walked in from tears rolling down my face from a song that reminded how much I lost when Ashleigh died. I was literally wiping away tears and asking God as I walked in, "what is this all for? Am I even really helping others?" Then after shopping I walked out to my car and find this little pink post it note. Somehow always when I feel I have lost direction God steers me back. The lady left the note because she saw my car magnets that have Ashleigh's pretty little face that say stop Domestic Violence. Whoever this was didn't leave their name but today they were a great blessing. Thank you whoever you are and I praise God that you got out safe.
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So I'm personally challenging myself to during this next month return this kindness to someone else and I challenge everyone who reads this to do the same. Post a Note of Kindness Today!

This Month have had me thinking about what doing acts of kindness has meant to me and changed all my thoughts of yesterday and today. Yesterday I met a stranger. Today this stranger is my friend. Had I not taken the time to say hello, or return a smile, or shake a hand, or listen, I would not have known this person. Yesterday would have turned into today and our chance meeting would be gone. Yesterday I hugged someone very dear to me. Today they are gone and tomorrow will not bring them back. Wouldn’t it be nice if we all knew tomorrow would be here? But this is not to be, so take the time TODAY to give a hug, a smile, an “I love you.”

With that said, I want to share a story I read as part of this months blog. It was something this touched me and thought it might touch someone else.

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm midst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.” Epilogue. . . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just count all of the things you have that money can’t buy. “Today is a gift, that’s why it is called the present.”