"Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul." _Henry Ward Beecher The fact that we had made it meant so much.
Our first Thanksgiving together was a miracle of sorts. This fragile, blended family had endured so much in such a short amount of time, many could have fairly reckoned we might not make iRead More
I blink and it is Easter. I blink again and it is fall. Time passes so quickly, quicker by the year perhaps. What happened to the time? Where did it disappear?Read More