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.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Gotta Love Her
Caitlin locked the keys in the car for the fourth time today!!!!!!!!!!!!!
5 comments:
Its okay Kaitlin (did I spell it correctly) I've done it lottsa times.
LOL...what a day! hugz to you Caitlin!
Nice Family!
Cordially,
Tom S
tschuckman@aol.com
"Old Soldier Tom's Journal"
4 times in one day! I don't think even I could do that, lol. Happy New Years! De ;)
Was she trying to set a record?! Geez. It looks like I finally found the correct and current Porch Stories. Right?!?
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