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, March 14, 2009
Today's Reason Why I love my Husband
He believes pennies that are tails up are bad luck , but he turns them over so another person can find them with the lucky side up.
Although he has not been inside a church since our youngest was christened (and that was a struggle) he is planting flowers in a grotto at a local church where he goes to meditate.
When Caitlin got a ticket and was crying, he rode his bike 5 miles to comfort her.
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4 comments:
How lucky & wonderful you have him:-)~kbear
I think he's a keeper
Yep, he's a keeper. (awe)
What a sweetheart. You're a lucky lady!
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