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Heather said…
Hello my Georgia friend.Feels as if I haven't been by in forever.Why is that,because I do know for certain that I think of you and your precious love often.First ... kisses are the best.Wish I could be a recipient of Ivey's.Maybe one day.Caught up on some of the last posts.Beach fun.Pneumonia not.School great.Big school so great.Carpenters,well you are a master.Your children,the same.Ivey, the material,the gift,the extraordinary miracle.Reminded me of Mother at the Swings.Just as powerful and beautiful.I learn from you each time I come here.I do feel that sting almost daily.Like the little girl who,not too long ago told me"You baby is funny looking"...a pain like that doesn't go away.Ever.Even from a child.But I go and I try to remember that this world is full of loving caring and kind people,for the most part and I try myself to be a carpenter.This last 9 months has been interesting.I often think what kind of looks would we be getting if my stubborn Zoey had lost her hair during chemo.This life is constantly lending me opportunity to build bridges instead of walls.Thanks for the reminder.Ivey looks beautiful as ever.The boys,handsome as ever and momma,hope you are taking care of you.Much love from California.
August 30, 2009 at 4:28 PM
KrisKay said…
Couldn't be sweeter!!
August 30, 2009 at 5:21 PM
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