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.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
November Sunday
This is one of those days I will keep like a talisman in my pocket....
Dearest Marti, hugs! Thanks for posting such romantic and beautiful mother and child photos! :) okay so is that you and Catlin? Or your other daughter? (I know, I should remeber her name..help me out! love ya sweetie~ hugs,natalie
Hi again..just wanted you to know i gave you an award. you can pick it up on my journal @http://kbearsheart2.blogspot.com/ love ya my friend. Hugz~kbear
This is one of those days I will keep like a talisman in my pocket....
4 comments:
Dearest Marti,
hugs!
Thanks for posting such romantic and beautiful mother and child photos!
:) okay so is that you and Catlin?
Or your other daughter?
(I know, I should remeber her name..help me out!
love ya sweetie~
hugs,natalie
Beautiful!~kbear
I think we all need one of those days to keep close to our hearts. (Hugs)Indigo
Hi again..just wanted you to know i gave you an award. you can pick it up on my journal @http://kbearsheart2.blogspot.com/
love ya my friend. Hugz~kbear
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