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Category: Family
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There was roast pig and birthday cake. Wine and dancing. A gorgeous sunset over the hills. A warm fire. Familiar faces. Laughter and hugs. 50th birthdays are the best! I love helping friends celebrate them, especially when it means I get to spend time with my son and daughter-in-law… …
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1. Do yellow wildflowers lining roadsides count as "Autumn Color"? (I love them whether they do or not!) 2. This morning at an orientation at the Austin Board of Realtors, I won two door prizes in a row, first a bottle of wine and then a canvas bag that tells the world I'm…
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I made another overnight trip to the Houston area this weekend to visit my mom. Because of the weather forecast, I expected to be driving in rain coming and going. And dreaded it something fierce! So what a sweet! surprise to have sunshine to and from Houston, with the predicted rain passing through early this…
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When it rains, you grow. ~ On a local church sign I woke to the sound of rain Sunday morning. Such a sweet sound when you live near a lake that now resembles a creek after months…well, years…of too much sunshine and too little precipitation. Tonight the frogs living near our pond are singing…
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"A good laugh is sunshine in a house." ~William Makepeace Thackeray We were already running late to church this morning when we spotted him, a little dirty-white fluff of a dog at the top of our dirt road near the highway. I knew before he asked that Daniel would want to get out and…
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My middle son and I were headed west on I-10 out of Houston tonight after a weekend visit with my mom when this glorious sunset appeared before us. We were ooh-ing and ah-ing and I itched to grab my camera, but I played it safe and ordered delegated the picture-taking to Daniel. He was a…
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I leaned on a railing, watching couples swirl past on the dance floor below, feeling very alone because my boyfriend of five years wasn't with me. I can't remember where he was. Probably with his buddies. Maybe with another girl. I worked most weekends, so I was fuming – and hurt – that he didn't…
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