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Category: Sweet!
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Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow, and wise is the counsel of those who love us. ~Benjamin Disraeli When Mama found out she was pregnant with me, she and Daddy already had three children… Buster, 11; Brenda, 7; and Donnie, 4. Brenda, sandwiched between those two rowdy boys,…
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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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This evening I did something I haven't done in a long, long time…. I sat in my rocking chair on my back deck and watched the sun set. It wasn't a dramatic sunset, like the one in this photo. Just a deepening blue sky with a few wispy pink clouds dancing above the treetops. But…
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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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The last few days have been a wonderful blur of unfamiliar activity for me… hours away from my computer and phone, spent mostly in my kitchen, measuring flour and sugar, warming up ovens, with timers beeping, beeping, beeping, and dishes piling up in the sink. I spent one day making cookies and fudge, another day getting casseroles and…
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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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