Just look at you! You are beautiful. Not just on the outside,but the inside also. You radiate sunshine and give big smiles of joy. You offer praise, but you also reprimand at the appropriate time. You pray for others,you truly do. You offer to help with no payback. You call and write people or stop… Continue reading You are beautiful
He takes a step,turns around and tells his old lady he’s just going to town. He looks down at his torn left shoe and finds comfort in his big sore toe showing through. The first steps were so easy as he headed south. He had never smiled more in his life. It was no big… Continue reading He walked
The secret lies with the dead fox,thus why I wrote my poem about a sneaky fox titled, that Fox. When someone walks up to me and says, “Can I Tell You My Dream?”. I feel secretly blessed that they would share, when they open up to me, as they share where their mind took them… Continue reading Can I Tell You My Dream? Part 1
My wheel with all the spokes or my circle with all the slices is not going to hold all of my world, our world!!! Smile and laugh that beautiful laugh you have my sweet wonderful husband. I’m writing to you when I am on here. I know you are so proud of me, but I want… Continue reading Our Well- Rounded is Huge! And Growing!
I feel you sometimes and sometimes I feel you here all the time. I miss you when you are gone, but I know you are visiting Mom and Dad. Not many can make me smile and cry at the same time. But I am thankful you do because then I stop to think. I think… Continue reading I’m so glad you’re near
Food for Thought seems to be said quite a few times to me by my husband. I get so excited because that short sentence is usually followed by another great sentence. One that holds an exciting thought he has been waiting to share all day with me! I wish I would have written down each… Continue reading Food for Thought
I love you, I need you, I don’t want you to ever go away! I am guilty of not opening up to you and sending out my thoughts each day. I want to feed you envelopes and return to find you full. One’s sent far to my friend’s, few, old and gray too, the… Continue reading Mailbox