The Pipes Are Calling
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Thursday, 8 September 2011
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- It's hot
- Friday My Town Shoot-out – Stairs (or ladders)
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- Happy Monday - Your Number's Up
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*sigh* This brings back misty memories for me. I can barely stand to think about my two children when they were small, they were so precious it almost hurts. I would give anything to go back and be able to kiss and hug them again. Now that they are adults, they avoid being kissed and hugged, much to my sorrow.
ReplyDeleteDeedee, that will change again. My adult children (ages 41 to 51) give me a kiss and a hug whenever we meet or part. :D
ReplyDeleteI have handprints on my bookshelves from my children/grandchildren. Oh, so sweet!