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Tuesday Breakfast Notes #57
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #57
I never said “I love you” more than when our babies were born. In fact, I think I mostly sang the words to the girls. Nothing was as exciting as when those 3 sweet babes began to say it back…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #49
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #49
I have found a new sense of freedom between this week and last…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #47
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #47
I look forward to February 8th. I have for 18 years now. It’s the anniversary of Stephen and my first date…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #38
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #38
I'm sure most of you have had to protect your Christmas tree before. Either from your children, your grandchildren or your pets…
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #16
Tuesday Breakfast Notes #16
Friday we brought home the prettiest yellow roses. Those pretty yellow roses came from the cemetery.
Last Monday, my great Aunt Zelpha, at 95 years old, went home to be with Jesus. The girls each carried around their rose they way they carried around their big question: “What is heaven like?”