Keeping a Promise
Last updated 5/12/2015 at 9:15pm
Two years ago my daughter Spring Storm, asked me to make a buckskin shirt for her. She said she wanted dark leather, long fringe with tin cones on it and she wanted bead work with images of lightning bolts and coyotes. I promised that I would make the shirt for her.
Then I completely forgot about my promise and luckily for me, she also forgot about it.
One morning I was drinking a cup of coffee when there was a flash of lightning outside of my window followed by a crack of thunder. The lightning reminded me of the promise I made to my daughter.
Well, surely she’d forgotten about...