Stories told on porches in the night are the food that feeds our souls. A porch is a stepping off place, where girls kiss their parents goodbye and disappear into an adventure,where moms wait to hear their stories when they come home.It' a place where laughter drowns out the crickets, where friends become family. C'mon up to my porch, pull up a chair and tell me your story. We'll weave it into the quilt that wraps us up when life is cold.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Bookmarks
In the mornings, My daughter Mariah brings me a cup of coffee just the way I like it to my bed At night Tom has the bed turned back covers fixed just so. Bookmarks of my day.
4 comments:
You can't have it any better then this. Wishing you and your's a Happy Thanksgiving.
What Great Bookmarks! how lovely! have a Happy Thanksgiving Marti and your family too:)~kbear
yeah! Really Great Bookmarks indeed!
That was beautiful!
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