My husband will hate that I’ve shared our story. I love him, but mostly I don’t care if this bothers him or not. It’s my story too. It’s the story of how we met.
When you are in high school, everyone wants to know when you will get your driver’s license. When you are in college, everyone wants to know what you are majoring in. When you finish college, everyone wants to know where you are working. When you are working, everyone wants to know if you are dating anyone. When you are…Continue
Added by Jennifer Stauffer on February 7, 2012 at 5:10pm — No Comments
Grandparents are special people;
Added by Jennifer Stauffer on January 25, 2012 at 4:40pm — No Comments
This morning, the Christmas tree lights are unplugged, and it’s just a dark form in the corner of the room. If I touch the needles of the tree, they shatter in my hand. Where presents used to spill out on the floor in abundance, just a carpet of dried needles can be found.
Added by Lanita Moss on December 27, 2010 at 1:03pm — No Comments
I am my mothers, still, I am very much my grandmothers child. I was willed this sense that elders are our angels on earth. I would walk behind my grandmother in the pouring rain carrying an umbrella if asked.
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