Precious Memories, How They Linger, How They Ever Flood My Soul . . . .
There are moments in time I wish I could capture and re-wind whenever I need a shot in the arm with joy juice or the like. Last evening was one of those. For one thing, it helped this year that no one was upchucking. Some of you may recall a blog I wrote last Thanksgiving about our family... Sign in to see full entry.