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Category: Remember when…
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"The first fact about the celebration of birthdays is that it is a good way of affirming defiantly, and even flamboyantly, that it is a good thing to be alive." ~G.K. Chesterton, "Our Birthday," 1935 TG turned 25 two weeks ago. She spent it floating the San Marcos River with her boyfriend, brothers,…
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A truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty. ~Author Unknown On one of the last visits I had with my Daddy before he passed – maybe even the last one – his face lit up in a smile at the sight of me and…
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Starting a sweet! journal was a great idea! For once, I've remembered to record them every day. (At least for three weeks. But I think that's a record.) I keep the journal open on my bathroom counter. Every evening I'm reminded to reflect on the day and the blessings I've received. It's funny how…
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A few days ago, I traded my phone for an umbrella when I took Belle for our morning run/walk down our dirt road. And that's why I don't have a photo of the most beautiful rainbow … a perfect arch above the horizon, and below it, a summer-blue sky that winked at me from behind stormy gray clouds,…
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The day after I mailed my Christmas cards this year, I came across my Christmas letter from 2009. It was in one of the boxes I brought from my parents' home. In it, I read about what each one of us had been up to that year. For one thing, I discovered Facebook that…
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First came love… Then came marriage… Then came Tommy in a baby carriage! (After a few years of pre-children fun, of course. And a new perm.) Okay, you can’t really see Tommy in that one, but trust me, he’s in there. Here’s a better one. Oh my gosh, isn’t he precious? …
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"You must have been a beautiful baby…" ~Johnny Mercer Last week I asked my mom what she wanted for her birthday. She stared off for a few seconds, then looked at me and said "More time." But there was a twinkle in her eye, and her mouth turned up in a grin as…
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They are all around you, disguised as ordinary people. They may be generous or grouchy, quiet or boisterous, socialites or loners. They come in all colors, sizes, and ages. They are our veterans… those who gave anywhere from three to thirty years of their lives, doing whatever our country needed them to do, wherever they were told…
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