Category: The Gallery
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What Gets Me
It’s the whispers that get me. Or maybe it’s the bouncing eyebrows. Or perhaps the twinkle in brown eyes. But mostly, I think it’s the feel of her molding into me, clinging to Digger Dog, as she curls up in between Bri and me under the warmth of heavy blankets. “I love you,” she murmurs,…
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One of the Bestest Days: Part Two
Yesterday I wrote about my Daddy and Pappy’s birthday. As promised, here is the post about my Pap who is now 86 years old and has been happily married to my grandmother since they were 18–you do the math! Oh, how I love this man! He always smiled. He had that rare talent of making…
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Heart Meltings
It’s the dimples that get me every time. That head ducks down and he smiles at me and melts my heart with his mischievousness and his sensitivity. It has been that way since I first held him in my arms six years ago. This heart melting. He has such an easy way about him. He’s…
A Spring of Joy 