Found this on the computer from some years ago that I had saved. Some of it so true:
~
A MOTHERS LOVE ~
Dear
First Born:
I've
always loved you best because you were my miracle. You were the
genesis of a marriage and the fulfilment of young love. You sustained
me through the hamburger years, the first apartment (furnished in
Early Poverty), and my first mode of transportation (feet).
You
were new, had unused grandparents, and enough clothes for a set of
triplets. You were the original model for a mom who was trying to
work the bugs out. You got the strained lamb, the open safety pins
and three-hour naps. You
were the beginning.
Dear
Middle Child:
I've
always loved you best because you drew a tough spot in the family,
and it made you stronger for it. You cried less, had more patience,
wore faded hand-me-downs, and never in your life did you get anything
first. But it only made you special.
You
were the one I relaxed with, and realized a dog could kiss you and
you wouldn't get sick. You could cross the street by yourself long
before you were old enough to get married . . . and you helped me
understand the world wouldn't collapse if you went to bed with dirty
feet.
You were the child of my busy, ambitious years, and
without you, I would not have survived the job changes and the tedium
and routine that is marriage.
To
The Baby:
I've
always loved you best because while endings are generally sad, you
are such a joy.
You readily accepted the milk-stained bibs,
the lower bunk, the cracked baseball bat, the baby book that had
nothing written in it except a recipe for graham-cracker pie crust
that someone had jammed between the pages. You are the one I held
onto so tightly. You are the link with my past, a reason for
tomorrow.
You darken my hair, quicken my steps, square my
shoulders, restore my vision, and give me a sense of humour that
security, maturity, and durability can't provide. When your hairline
takes on the shape of Lake Erie and your own children tower over you,
you will still be my baby.
Erma
Bombeck
A few weeks before my hubby passed away, he bought me a (c)Cricut and the (c)Easy Press for my birthday. He gave it to me early, and then he passed away four days before my birthday. Below is some of the things that I'd already made with it.
Some bags that I added the words bits n bobs to give to friends
A Welcome sign for the porch, and a sign on canvas for the bathroom
And loving YouTube, since the heat press pads are expensive, I found how to make my own tutorial.
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Razzy and I walk in the local cemetery so I decided to take some photos of the old head stones. Some are interesting the way they worded them back in the day, and many have the words almost all eroded off.
Below is a house now, but years ago it was the local Church. The people have restored it into their home so pretty.
This is Razzy when we start our walk.
This is Razzy towards the end. I ended up carrying him. Day was just too hot for our walk.
If you're sharing your photography or crafts, link up is below and Thanks for stopping by Peabea Scribbles. If you're not linking or even if you do, leave a comment if only to say hello so I can come visit your blog.
Happy September and have a great week.
~hugs 'n giggles 'n scribbles~
Peabea
