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The beginning of our little family...
Reagan--Age Three!!
Pritsha & Porthos
courtesy of: http://holyexperience.blogspot.com/2006/11/gift-list-thousand-things.html
"Yes, we did produce a near-perfect republic. But will they keep it? Or will they, in the enjoyment of plenty, lose the memory of freedom? Material abundance without character is the path of destruction"-Thomas Jefferson
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Josh and Leah
The beginning of our little family...
Our Reagan-Bacon
Reagan--Age Three!!
The furbabies!
Pritsha & Porthos
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One Thousand Gifts
courtesy of: http://holyexperience.blogspot.com/2006/11/gift-list-thousand-things.html
1000 Gifts--Gifts God has blessed me with
- purring
- head bonks with pritsha
- pritsha nuzzling my hair
- coffee
- clear blue skies
- my friends
- my family
- birds' tweats in the morning
- forgiveness to and from others
- my Dad's tender heart
- my Granny
- Reagan kisses
- kisses from Josh
- rain showers
- thick soft green grass
- kisses that make booboos feel better
- thick fur on my cats' back at the beginning of winter
- getting to be a kid again through Reagan
- watching Reagan grow and learn
- watching the light dance in my daughter's hair
- jazz music
- sugary kids cereal
- reconnecting with old friends
- the leaves turning colors
- the great feeling after exercising
- a porch swing
- dark fresh earth with new flowers poking up
- an unexpected note from my husband
- pritsha and porthos' soft fur
- home cooked meals
- hot tea with honey
- a good nights sleep
- hearing Reagan say mama mama!
- candy cane kisses
- the hiss of steam from the crockpot
- hot spiced cider
- long, warm baths
- the smell of my daughter's hair
- the blurry twinkle of white lights
- windstorms
- Porthos' mew (not a meow, but a mew-sqeak)
- Reagan whispering to herself in the morning
Am so sorry! I can't imagine! She was your furry baby! :( hugs from me!
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry. My heart hurts for you.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry to hear that.
ReplyDeleteYou are in my thoughts and prayers.