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.
At first when I read "discovered a new world" I thought you were talking about Facebook where so many from Blogger has gone to. lol On reading on I think its deeper then that. You sound happy and I hope that is the case.
2009 was very much a time of rediscovery and coming back to myself. And a time for embracing parts of me I had long ignored. And finding just how much my man loves me. Your words strike a chord with me.
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Good for you.....you must be in love.
At first when I read "discovered a new world" I thought you were talking about Facebook where so many from Blogger has gone to. lol On reading on I think its deeper then that. You sound happy and I hope that is the case.
2009 was very much a time of rediscovery and coming back to myself. And a time for embracing parts of me I had long ignored. And finding just how much my man loves me. Your words strike a chord with me.
SHE'S BACK!!
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