Mr. Right has not been feeling well this week.
I am the world's worst nurse. I can't seem to be quiet and not talk up a storm. I
fuss and clean and tidy. Some sick puppies just want to be left alone. (Speaking of puppies, our sweet dog is a good "sick dog". She comes to where you are laying down and lays down on the floor next to you. Waiting with you until you are all better, so sweet.)
So instead of a white uniform and nurse's hat, I put on an April Cornell, yellow and green riot of color apron and get to work. The business of cooking for the patient.
This week, I have made; chocolate pudding, and English Muffin Bread (makes the best toast in the world), Sheppards' Pie with homemade mashed potatoes on top and lots of healing vegetables inside, homemade juice, and more juice. I have emptied that darn fruit and veggie basket twice this week and it is only Thursday! Today, I am making apple sauce with healing cinnamon. Oh sure I have the "thingie" that you put the apples in, once cooked and turn and turn and then have to clean......I will cook the apples, add some magic and then use the immersion blender to do the job in about 30 seconds.
Now, I ask, would you rather have a nurse that is stuffy and strict and mean wearing white support hose OR would you rather have a chatty curly girl bringing you homemade bread toasted to perfection with fresh applesauce?
Unfortunately, or fortunately for Mr. Right, he doesn't have a choice!
I am trying to do quiet projects like hand sewing and embrodiery as to not make too much noise.
...the circle of wellness is supported by both movement and stillness.
Maybe between the lazy (I mean stillness) of our dog and my crazy need to be
moving and doing.........Mr. Right will get better soon.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
a needle pulling thread
Today, my sewing skills were
trusted enough to be asked to help do the finishing work
on three flower girl dresses with big, fat, luscious sashes.
My friend is having surgery today. She had another friend sew
part of the dresses and I am sewing the other part. My friend
had promised the bride to be that she would indeed complete the
gowns. With a little help from some sewing fairies, she will
deliver on her promise. I feel happy and honored that she
has placed her faith in me to do a good job.
Once, I sewed a bridesmaid dress that was not of the highest
quality fabric, nor was it a becoming pattern or color for that
matter. The person I sewed it for hated it. I could even go so
far as to say, she despised that dress. She even changed after
the wedding and dropped it off in a Goodwill box on her way home.
She went on and on about said "ugly" bridesmaid dress. Strangely, in a weird
way, it hurt my feelings. Oh don't get me wrong, I too equally hated that
dress. However, as a seamstress, I still had to cut out the pattern correctly.
I still had to sew in the sleeves on the correct sides. I still had to put in
a zipper so that it looked store bought and not a jumbled mess of stitches.
As the seamstress, I had to do my very best work. I did. The dress did
not fall apart during the wedding. Thanks to the three fittings, it fit the
bridesmaid perfectly. I still had to sew the hem the correct length for the
person, and so forth.
I have sewn three wedding dresses, over 45 long gowns, pants galore,
pajamas, curtains and more curtains, quilts and blankets and shorts,
and headbands, and purses and totes and short dresses and the list of
alterations would boggle (love that word) your brain!
Sadly, we attended a funeral this past week. As you sit and quietly wait,
your brain, well at least my brain wonders in all directions. I was thinking
about the black dress I had on. I remember sewing it. I remember putting the
hem in by machine. Every single time I where that dress, I think, why on
earth didn't I spend 20 minutes on myself and put that darn hem in by hand?
Over the weekend, we received a photograph of the completed inside
of two little girls' playhouse. Oh my. Pink, pink, and more pink are all
over this 1950's style kitchen and play area. It is just screaming for me
to make reversible half ruffle aprons for two little girls that will be "working"
in the kitchen.
I have several stacks on my long sewing table. Each stack is an exciting new
sewing project that I am gathering supplies so I can begin. Two different quilts,
two Christmas wall hangings, a pair of jeans for me, a little girl's jacket for a
gift, lots of felt to make felt sushi for play, material for some fabric wallets I
am filling for four college care packages and a couple of dish towels to embroider
for gifts.
I love the challenge and the diversity of my sewing hobby. It feeds my soul.
It makes me happy and oh so frustrated at times. I can control most of
what happens in my sewing room. I like the feeling of stating and finishing
each project. I love having gifts completed and boxed ready to give as gifts.
A special girl I know announced her engagement last week. I wonder what
sewing projects will pass through my fingers within the next year?
Today, one of the Christmas wall
hangings will get my full attention. Tomorrow three little flower girl dresses.
By next week, two little "housekeepers" will be sporting fancy new girlie aprons.
In my sewing room, under my full spectrum light, with my needle and thread, almost magically,
Grace Happens.
trusted enough to be asked to help do the finishing work
on three flower girl dresses with big, fat, luscious sashes.
My friend is having surgery today. She had another friend sew
part of the dresses and I am sewing the other part. My friend
had promised the bride to be that she would indeed complete the
gowns. With a little help from some sewing fairies, she will
deliver on her promise. I feel happy and honored that she
has placed her faith in me to do a good job.
Once, I sewed a bridesmaid dress that was not of the highest
quality fabric, nor was it a becoming pattern or color for that
matter. The person I sewed it for hated it. I could even go so
far as to say, she despised that dress. She even changed after
the wedding and dropped it off in a Goodwill box on her way home.
She went on and on about said "ugly" bridesmaid dress. Strangely, in a weird
way, it hurt my feelings. Oh don't get me wrong, I too equally hated that
dress. However, as a seamstress, I still had to cut out the pattern correctly.
I still had to sew in the sleeves on the correct sides. I still had to put in
a zipper so that it looked store bought and not a jumbled mess of stitches.
As the seamstress, I had to do my very best work. I did. The dress did
not fall apart during the wedding. Thanks to the three fittings, it fit the
bridesmaid perfectly. I still had to sew the hem the correct length for the
person, and so forth.
I have sewn three wedding dresses, over 45 long gowns, pants galore,
pajamas, curtains and more curtains, quilts and blankets and shorts,
and headbands, and purses and totes and short dresses and the list of
alterations would boggle (love that word) your brain!
Sadly, we attended a funeral this past week. As you sit and quietly wait,
your brain, well at least my brain wonders in all directions. I was thinking
about the black dress I had on. I remember sewing it. I remember putting the
hem in by machine. Every single time I where that dress, I think, why on
earth didn't I spend 20 minutes on myself and put that darn hem in by hand?
Over the weekend, we received a photograph of the completed inside
of two little girls' playhouse. Oh my. Pink, pink, and more pink are all
over this 1950's style kitchen and play area. It is just screaming for me
to make reversible half ruffle aprons for two little girls that will be "working"
in the kitchen.
I have several stacks on my long sewing table. Each stack is an exciting new
sewing project that I am gathering supplies so I can begin. Two different quilts,
two Christmas wall hangings, a pair of jeans for me, a little girl's jacket for a
gift, lots of felt to make felt sushi for play, material for some fabric wallets I
am filling for four college care packages and a couple of dish towels to embroider
for gifts.
I love the challenge and the diversity of my sewing hobby. It feeds my soul.
It makes me happy and oh so frustrated at times. I can control most of
what happens in my sewing room. I like the feeling of stating and finishing
each project. I love having gifts completed and boxed ready to give as gifts.
A special girl I know announced her engagement last week. I wonder what
sewing projects will pass through my fingers within the next year?
Today, one of the Christmas wall
hangings will get my full attention. Tomorrow three little flower girl dresses.
By next week, two little "housekeepers" will be sporting fancy new girlie aprons.
In my sewing room, under my full spectrum light, with my needle and thread, almost magically,
Grace Happens.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Eat your Vegetables
Eat your vegetables........... you hear that a lot.
Just the other night, our sweet daughter in law, mentioned
again, how she dislikes the commercials that "teach" the public
that a glass of processed juice is a fruit,
oh and a serving of vegetable thrown in for good measure.
She gets flustered and is not a happy camper. That my friend, makes
me a (secret) happy girl. That means that Zoe will be eating her
veggies and fruits when the time comes.
I love to bake and cook. I bake and give away quite a bit of food.
It really feels more like a craft sometimes. Pretty and decorated,
and packaged and full of sugar and white flour. Fun, and silly to
make and bake.
Sometimes, it is not hip & glamorous to tell everyone what you are having
for dinner. We usually have a cup of soup and we juice almost daily,
before we even start our dinner. I try and have an appetizer ready to
go, that way when the time comes, we can calmly head to the dinner
table. Yes, I said that right. The dinner table is set and has a center
piece and we use cloth napkins and in the fall and winter we
almost always have candles lit.
It is pure pleasure to make nutritious, delicious and lovely meals
for my family. Usually now days, that is Mr. Right and me.
Our cup of soup will be a homemade, tomato orange soup. Our fresh juice
will be made up of 2 apples, 2 pears, 1 orange, 1/2 a lime, 1/2 pineapple,
2 ribs of celery, 2 carrots, 1 clove of garlic, big handful of spinach,
3/4 cup cranberries, one huge, cucumber, and a fat sprig of parsley. That
will make enough for two gorgeous glasses of juice for our dinner and
enough left over for two small glasses of juice for our breakfast tomorrow.
Tonights' main meal will be Lentil and Brown Rice Casserole served over a bed
of spinach. With plenty left over for a few lunches to come this week or a
side dish for another meal. I love soup so by adding more liquid to a bowl of
this casserole it turns into a heavenly soup for lunch.
Here is the recipe:
Bragg Lentil & Brown Rice Casserole
14 oz. pkg. lentils, uncooked
4 carrots, chopped
3 celery stalks, chopped
2 onions, chopped
3 quarts distilled water
4 garlic cloves, chopped
1 cup brown rice, uncooked
1 teaspoon Liquid Aminos Braggs
4 teaspoons (fresh picked today) oregano, basil, parsley, etc
2 teaspoons cold-pressed olive oil
Wash and drain lentils and rice. Place grains in a large stainless steel pot. Add
water. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for 30-40 minutes. Add vegetables and seasonings and cook on low heat until done. Just before serving, you may add fresh or canned tomatoes. For a delicious garnish add parsley and nutritional yeast large flakes.
Add more water in cooking the grains for a delicious soup or stew. Serves 4-6.
I want a couple of spears of grilled pineapple to go with our casserole.
I think some fresh broccoli grilled will be a great side dish.
I am sure a cup of green tea will find it's way into my hands sometime this evening.
Just as I am pretty sure, there will be a bowl of freshly popped pop corn for a
snack tonight.
Making really good meals full of fruits and vegetables makes me a happy girl.
I feel like I have spent my time well.
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
~A. Dumbledore
Just the other night, our sweet daughter in law, mentioned
again, how she dislikes the commercials that "teach" the public
that a glass of processed juice is a fruit,
oh and a serving of vegetable thrown in for good measure.
She gets flustered and is not a happy camper. That my friend, makes
me a (secret) happy girl. That means that Zoe will be eating her
veggies and fruits when the time comes.
I love to bake and cook. I bake and give away quite a bit of food.
It really feels more like a craft sometimes. Pretty and decorated,
and packaged and full of sugar and white flour. Fun, and silly to
make and bake.
Sometimes, it is not hip & glamorous to tell everyone what you are having
for dinner. We usually have a cup of soup and we juice almost daily,
before we even start our dinner. I try and have an appetizer ready to
go, that way when the time comes, we can calmly head to the dinner
table. Yes, I said that right. The dinner table is set and has a center
piece and we use cloth napkins and in the fall and winter we
almost always have candles lit.
It is pure pleasure to make nutritious, delicious and lovely meals
for my family. Usually now days, that is Mr. Right and me.
Our cup of soup will be a homemade, tomato orange soup. Our fresh juice
will be made up of 2 apples, 2 pears, 1 orange, 1/2 a lime, 1/2 pineapple,
2 ribs of celery, 2 carrots, 1 clove of garlic, big handful of spinach,
3/4 cup cranberries, one huge, cucumber, and a fat sprig of parsley. That
will make enough for two gorgeous glasses of juice for our dinner and
enough left over for two small glasses of juice for our breakfast tomorrow.
Tonights' main meal will be Lentil and Brown Rice Casserole served over a bed
of spinach. With plenty left over for a few lunches to come this week or a
side dish for another meal. I love soup so by adding more liquid to a bowl of
this casserole it turns into a heavenly soup for lunch.
Here is the recipe:
Bragg Lentil & Brown Rice Casserole
14 oz. pkg. lentils, uncooked
4 carrots, chopped
3 celery stalks, chopped
2 onions, chopped
3 quarts distilled water
4 garlic cloves, chopped
1 cup brown rice, uncooked
1 teaspoon Liquid Aminos Braggs
4 teaspoons (fresh picked today) oregano, basil, parsley, etc
2 teaspoons cold-pressed olive oil
Wash and drain lentils and rice. Place grains in a large stainless steel pot. Add
water. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and simmer for 30-40 minutes. Add vegetables and seasonings and cook on low heat until done. Just before serving, you may add fresh or canned tomatoes. For a delicious garnish add parsley and nutritional yeast large flakes.
Add more water in cooking the grains for a delicious soup or stew. Serves 4-6.
I want a couple of spears of grilled pineapple to go with our casserole.
I think some fresh broccoli grilled will be a great side dish.
I am sure a cup of green tea will find it's way into my hands sometime this evening.
Just as I am pretty sure, there will be a bowl of freshly popped pop corn for a
snack tonight.
Making really good meals full of fruits and vegetables makes me a happy girl.
I feel like I have spent my time well.
"It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
~A. Dumbledore
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Taco Night at Nana's
I had my first taco when I was 17. The High School cafeteria is where said taco was devoured. It came wrapped in paper and it was like opening a present. I loved it. Oh, this was the start of a beautiful relationship. I have indulged in the fish taco, the vegetarian taco, the chicken taco and on and on.
We usually enjoy the vegetarian "meat" taco at our home. Tonight we invited Sweet Zoe for her first Taco night at Nana's. The smells of garlic and black bean hummus and onions, lots of onions. Taco's done just right.
As I enjoyed dinner, we passed pink polka dot girl around. She was not super happy with the spicy smells. She liked the sound of the pond outside. She liked the smell of sweet strawberry, blueberry parfaits. She fell asleep during dessert.
I was secretly smiling. I had finished, yes you heard me correctly, I finished her Christening gown about 15 minutes before they arrived. aah..........that is the sound of me relieved and happy. Hours and hours of stitching finally came to an end for this project. It is done, complete, over, yippy!
Oh don't worry, I have three more projects waiting in line for Sweet Zoe. I have a sweet pink jacket for winter, a funny Japanese bear and felt desserts and sushi to sew for make believe sushi parties!
As I type, Mr. Right has done all the dishes from Taco night (one of the reasons he is Mr. Right). The washer is going with the linens, we have plans for nacho night tomorrow for all the left overs. The dog can rest, because that little baby is not in her space any more. All is right with the world.
Glad I ate that taco 31 years ago. It was indeed the start of something really, really good in my life. Casual Sunday dinners with laughter (& some crying now) and spicy tacos and orange cream soda to wash it all down. A feeling of accomplishment hidden behind a secret smile.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
We usually enjoy the vegetarian "meat" taco at our home. Tonight we invited Sweet Zoe for her first Taco night at Nana's. The smells of garlic and black bean hummus and onions, lots of onions. Taco's done just right.
As I enjoyed dinner, we passed pink polka dot girl around. She was not super happy with the spicy smells. She liked the sound of the pond outside. She liked the smell of sweet strawberry, blueberry parfaits. She fell asleep during dessert.
I was secretly smiling. I had finished, yes you heard me correctly, I finished her Christening gown about 15 minutes before they arrived. aah..........that is the sound of me relieved and happy. Hours and hours of stitching finally came to an end for this project. It is done, complete, over, yippy!
Oh don't worry, I have three more projects waiting in line for Sweet Zoe. I have a sweet pink jacket for winter, a funny Japanese bear and felt desserts and sushi to sew for make believe sushi parties!
As I type, Mr. Right has done all the dishes from Taco night (one of the reasons he is Mr. Right). The washer is going with the linens, we have plans for nacho night tomorrow for all the left overs. The dog can rest, because that little baby is not in her space any more. All is right with the world.
Glad I ate that taco 31 years ago. It was indeed the start of something really, really good in my life. Casual Sunday dinners with laughter (& some crying now) and spicy tacos and orange cream soda to wash it all down. A feeling of accomplishment hidden behind a secret smile.
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Cookies make the world go round
Today I am trying out a new recipe. Hot Chocolate Triple Chip Cookies are baking. I am having a really large cup of coffee (and admittedly, ½ can of cashews). No, I am not having a cookie. No car today, so I have to be careful about what I eat. Between the three kinds of chocolate chips and the hot chocolate powder, I would be running for the hospital. No amount of Benadryl would help that combination.
Sadly, Mr. Right does not have a super sweet tooth. So I have to find creative outlets for my baking obsession. (Thus the dog cookie business was born, ha.)
The cookies are for a few different folks. 1. At work, Mr. Right welcomed a new assistant, she started work yesterday. I thought a nice container of cookies would be a perfect way to wish her luck. 2. A single young guy at Bruce's work that I always bake for. 3. Our friend's son is over on this side of the mountain today for another WSP test and he might stop by to say hello or to see if I have fresh cookies. 4. I will wrap up two for Mr. Right’s lunch tomorrow. 5. My favorite reason of all. Ever since last December when we found out we were going to be grandparents, I have been baking a batch or two a month of homemade cookies. I decorate the container really nicely. Always a tag and I always put a little extra effort into it. They go to a friend. He is single and from Turkey, works with Mr. Right and just happens to be a professional photographer. Each month he gets his cookies, he is always so happy. He asked what he could do for me. So back in the beginning, I said I wanted to barter. He asked how so? So I came up with a plan. I bake and bake and bake and give him homemade treats once or twice a month. He in turn will do a photograph session with Sweet Zoe in about a month or two. I get the picture I want, the new mom and dad get the pictures they want and our photographer is a super happy man. He thinks he is getting the better end of the deal. I think I am getting the better end of the deal. We both WIN!!!!!! Amazing, how baking cookies, at least in our little corner of the world, the culinary and economic worlds go round smoothly.
Sadly, Mr. Right does not have a super sweet tooth. So I have to find creative outlets for my baking obsession. (Thus the dog cookie business was born, ha.)
The cookies are for a few different folks. 1. At work, Mr. Right welcomed a new assistant, she started work yesterday. I thought a nice container of cookies would be a perfect way to wish her luck. 2. A single young guy at Bruce's work that I always bake for. 3. Our friend's son is over on this side of the mountain today for another WSP test and he might stop by to say hello or to see if I have fresh cookies. 4. I will wrap up two for Mr. Right’s lunch tomorrow. 5. My favorite reason of all. Ever since last December when we found out we were going to be grandparents, I have been baking a batch or two a month of homemade cookies. I decorate the container really nicely. Always a tag and I always put a little extra effort into it. They go to a friend. He is single and from Turkey, works with Mr. Right and just happens to be a professional photographer. Each month he gets his cookies, he is always so happy. He asked what he could do for me. So back in the beginning, I said I wanted to barter. He asked how so? So I came up with a plan. I bake and bake and bake and give him homemade treats once or twice a month. He in turn will do a photograph session with Sweet Zoe in about a month or two. I get the picture I want, the new mom and dad get the pictures they want and our photographer is a super happy man. He thinks he is getting the better end of the deal. I think I am getting the better end of the deal. We both WIN!!!!!! Amazing, how baking cookies, at least in our little corner of the world, the culinary and economic worlds go round smoothly.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
My mother was wrong.
Here's news you can use, my mother was wrong! gasp, shock of all shocks,
yes indeed, she was 100% wrong.
My mother always (that means several hundred times) said, a lady doesn't
speak of her misfortune or her good fortune. It is not proper.
So here I am 48 years later and finally figuring out the little nuances of life.
When Sweet Zoe was born, Mr. Right & I sent out little "It's a Granddaughter"
announcement cards to our friends. We shared chocolate roses and cigars with
co-workers. We are just so darn happy we wanted to
shout it to the world. Just sharing that giddy, happy, silly,
butterfly in the stomach feeling with everyone who would listen.
We told the waitress at the pub we were about to be grandparents. She was
really happy for us. We told the candy shop lady we were buying candy for
the mother of our new granddaughter. She was really happy for us. We have told a couple dozen grocery clerks our news. They have been elated for us. I have told
every single sales gal at every craft, quilt & fabric store about our new granddaughter. Heck, we even told strangers in the elevator. They have all been super happy for us. We told the people at the Sushi restaurant where we frequent that we were new grandparents. They were very happy for us. The mail lady, the UPS man, our librarian and on and on the list goes. Every single person has been happy for us.... no strings, no obligation, nothing more, just plain old happy for someone else.
When they told us on December 11th, 2009 that we were going to be grandparents,
it has been fun and happy and uplifting. On Good Friday when we learned it was
a girl and her name was Sweet Zoe, we shared and told everyone her name. It has been amazing and to borrow a word of our daughter in law, "impressive". Everyone has patiently listened to me go on and on. Everyone has looked at pictures and smiled.
We have a very "impressive" display of heartfelt cards here at our home. Friends and family have sent Mr. Right and I cards and little gifts. All to congratulate us and to share in our happiness. Immediately it has doubled our joy. Sharing all the sweetness and happenings of a new grandbaby has been, well quiet frankly fun. Fun. Period. Nothing earth shattering, just pure happy fun.
I happened to stop at a friends house this week. Her deck was a riot of pink geraniums. Just lush and full and cheerful and happy. She said oh, I planted those in honor of Sweet Zoe. Wow, impressive and lovely all wrapped into one.
Something else happened too. People who are our friends, co-workers and neighbors, who do not know our kids personally have given us gifts for the new parents and baby. Just because they want to and they are genuinely happy.
So here is the lesson folks........yes we all have bad times in our lives and we need support during those times. The big lesson is............we also have great, impressive over the top wonderful times in our lives as well. Share. Simply share. It takes time and stops it just for the briefest of moments and you can feel pure joy and happiness between people.
All the goodness and happiness people have bathed us in replaces and
heals the not so good memories of the past.
Grace happens right before your very eyes.
Our family has been bathed in grace.
yes indeed, she was 100% wrong.
My mother always (that means several hundred times) said, a lady doesn't
speak of her misfortune or her good fortune. It is not proper.
So here I am 48 years later and finally figuring out the little nuances of life.
When Sweet Zoe was born, Mr. Right & I sent out little "It's a Granddaughter"
announcement cards to our friends. We shared chocolate roses and cigars with
co-workers. We are just so darn happy we wanted to
shout it to the world. Just sharing that giddy, happy, silly,
butterfly in the stomach feeling with everyone who would listen.
We told the waitress at the pub we were about to be grandparents. She was
really happy for us. We told the candy shop lady we were buying candy for
the mother of our new granddaughter. She was really happy for us. We have told a couple dozen grocery clerks our news. They have been elated for us. I have told
every single sales gal at every craft, quilt & fabric store about our new granddaughter. Heck, we even told strangers in the elevator. They have all been super happy for us. We told the people at the Sushi restaurant where we frequent that we were new grandparents. They were very happy for us. The mail lady, the UPS man, our librarian and on and on the list goes. Every single person has been happy for us.... no strings, no obligation, nothing more, just plain old happy for someone else.
When they told us on December 11th, 2009 that we were going to be grandparents,
it has been fun and happy and uplifting. On Good Friday when we learned it was
a girl and her name was Sweet Zoe, we shared and told everyone her name. It has been amazing and to borrow a word of our daughter in law, "impressive". Everyone has patiently listened to me go on and on. Everyone has looked at pictures and smiled.
We have a very "impressive" display of heartfelt cards here at our home. Friends and family have sent Mr. Right and I cards and little gifts. All to congratulate us and to share in our happiness. Immediately it has doubled our joy. Sharing all the sweetness and happenings of a new grandbaby has been, well quiet frankly fun. Fun. Period. Nothing earth shattering, just pure happy fun.
I happened to stop at a friends house this week. Her deck was a riot of pink geraniums. Just lush and full and cheerful and happy. She said oh, I planted those in honor of Sweet Zoe. Wow, impressive and lovely all wrapped into one.
Something else happened too. People who are our friends, co-workers and neighbors, who do not know our kids personally have given us gifts for the new parents and baby. Just because they want to and they are genuinely happy.
So here is the lesson folks........yes we all have bad times in our lives and we need support during those times. The big lesson is............we also have great, impressive over the top wonderful times in our lives as well. Share. Simply share. It takes time and stops it just for the briefest of moments and you can feel pure joy and happiness between people.
All the goodness and happiness people have bathed us in replaces and
heals the not so good memories of the past.
Grace happens right before your very eyes.
Our family has been bathed in grace.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday dear sweet
Zoe Carina.
You are already loved more than you
can imagine.
You have Graced us with pure JOY.
Hallelujah!
Love, Nana
Zoe Carina.
You are already loved more than you
can imagine.
You have Graced us with pure JOY.
Hallelujah!
Love, Nana
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