I often spend my time on this site just ranting and raving about lousy drivers and just life in general. However today I felt compelled to share my heart on a deeper level. Today I was sent an e-mail with a powerpoint presentation from a good friend. The e-mail contained instructions to turn on my speakers and get the kleenex ready. The presentation was a tribute to the recently slain RCMP officers in Canada. The presentation was effectively created and carried by a touching song. These slayings have had huge emotional impact on many families, individuals and Canadian society. This is a time filled with total grief and tears beyond our comprehension and my heart goes to the many families effected by the loss of these officers.

I know these families are comforted by those who gather around them during this grieving and adjustment period. I can only imagine there are many questions and pleas of "if only.......and why......." It is at times such as this that so many cry out to God for strength, guidance, mercy and understanding. It is often those who have never cried out or turned to God for anything. These tragic events bring many of us to our knees with our faces flat to the ground, in total surrender to God at times when there is no other direction to turn.

In such a fast paced and changing society we race through our days and years seldom giving complete reverence for the life we have been so graciously been blessed with. If we could only jump off the merry-go-round, landing on solid still ground, so we could grab balance and enable ourselves the opportunity appreciate the treasure of life and to God who gave it to us.

I can't help but search in prayer for each of us that we would just stop and re-evaluate our lives and direction in the knowing that we are not in control of our ultimate journey. None of us know where, when and how we will depart this world. I am sure if we did, we would conduct our lives much differently than we inherentently do.

If today YOU knew, where, when and how - what would your life look like in the days from today forward? Would you be on your knees in thanks and acceptance of our creator, the one we come to when we need more compassion and strength than any human can provide?

I am thankful that I can come to Him in the everyday times and that if tragedy crosses my journey, I can be assured of His complete comfort and strength.

Night............

Nothing better than a special brother........
You guessed it, we are at the cottage, all grown up. Long long away from the little kids that did anything they could do to bug one another. The sister who teased him with danny long legs and the brother that tried to chase me with snakes and pushing me off docks. My brother, the little boy who was the "baby" of our family, the kid who cried and threw himself in the dirty when I was given a quarter from an aunt when he wasn't - is now the first one to reach out and pull me from the mud (without laughing at me). He's the one that has developed patience and love for an older sister who was always a painful thorn in his side. He's the brother who anticipates our visits with welcome arms. We have shared some sad times, rough times, many fun moments and I just wanted to say that I love him very much and am thankful he's the baby brother and that are travelling the journey to better paths !

Be thankful for your siblings my friends, and take a moment to tell them just how much you really care about them. Treasure the special bonds.
ere's to you RICK!................. big hugsand kiss! LOVE YA ! !

There is nothing better than a special brother....

Today I have decided that it is time to spruce up this site -give all of you something more interesting to read and LOOK at... I have decided to add pictures to the site. I am actually quite excited about this adventure and hope it gives an interesting new turn in posting!

Let me know what you think!

SMILE AND THE WORLD SMILES BACK AT YOU............
and I mean....the WHOLE world....... ! !

Sunday calls for the worst winter storm in Canadian history. Ten feet of snow to accumulate in the Burlington/Oakville/Mississauga area. I am talking FEET not inches! Predictions of all stores being closed, schools, banks and any general transportation on public roads will be shut down for three days. The warning is for anyone in need of water and food supplies that they should immediately attend the stores at 9:00 a.m. as the storm is expected to hit around noon on Sunday. All employers are urged to close shop and send all employees home before the storm starts. Travelling will be dangerous and completely restricted. City officials are calling for emergency meetings on how to strategically organize the work flow of snow clearing. Snow plows are currently being gassed up for the worse road clearing ever recorded. Salt is being sent in by freight trains from Quebec. They have called in the RCMP, OPP and all army assistance to keep calm in the city. It is recommended to stay in doors at all times for the duration of the storm. Hydro lines may be brought down and possible interruption of telephone services. Keep shovels handy to ensure front doors to homes are not snowed in.

Well, I am kidding, couldn't help myself....I see Dani and Sheryl freaking out about now. Sheryl for having to stay home from the travel adventures that bring her family all over the map for the kid's hockey and Dani for not having enough food in the house to cook for and feed those active hungry boys....... and to James for the hard work ahead in keeping the ice rink free of the snow so the boys (and himself) can skate!

Me, I am going to dream that I am on a single's cruise in the Carribiean somewhere...sipping on Dr. Pepper and indulging myself in the smorgesborg of decadent food on ship. The sun basking down as I take rest in the three books I have started and not yet finished! Is it warming up yet gang?

Sorry for the scare my friends, just wanted to hear gasps, whines, cries and pleas for winter to end! Enough yet!!

Night.............

My friend Tim has these contests that he hosts and he gives away free books. Well, I was thinking tonight that it really bugs me that my blogger has stopped counting my posts. I was thinking I will have a contest to see if someone can count how many times I have posted on this blog from inception to March 30. The rules are that you have to break down the posts to each month I have posted. The prize is going to be a $20.00 gift certificate to the local Christian book store. So, my friends start counting. The deadline for entires is the end of March - that gives you lots of time to count. It is well worth the$20- gift certificate to not have to do the work myself.

So, the only real meaty comments I get from you guys on this site is the telephone or e-mail complaints that I am not writing! So I have manged to figure it out that the posts are pretty dry and not interesting. So, I have to get the head focused and start to write some intelligent things. No, I will not resort to stealing Tim's posts - well not yet anyway.

Life is wonderful - trying at times - but each of us need to be thankful for all it brings to us!

Night......................

Morning my friends! I say good morning as I am sure most of you will start your day with this blog. (I wish!) Anyway, Tuesday evening didn't go as I had originally planned, but we had one major accomplishment so that's all that matters. I took Joseph on his long awaited trip to the eye doctor. He has waited for the green light on contact lenses since he was about 11 years old. Today was the day. He has been fitted for contacts and is on a trial for two weeks to see if he can wear them.

It was eye opening (sorry for the pun) to watch him so exuberantly spend an hour and a half learning the ropes of contact lense wearing. He spent at least an hour of that time putting in and taking off the contacts until the doctor felt he was confortable and at ease with the process. She said that he is one of the rare kids she has seen so totally enthusiastic about getting contacts. He's pumped and he's off and running. He's thrilled.

What I wanted to share tonight is what it felt like watching him pace back and forth looking in the mirror and checking the world out around him. His face beamed with this huge smile - and his eyes danced, big, brown circles. It reminded me of the first time he put a pair of glasses on and could actually read signs (we didn't realize how bad his eyes were). I was reflecting this evening on how if we just change the surroundings of what we see through and how we see things, how simply amazing the view might be. It could be simply a change of heart, change of job or home or even new friends that could shed new light on the world around us.

Today pretend you have new glasses - with a stronger prescription and take a different look at life and the people you pass - what do you see that you might not have if you didn't put new glasses on.

Have an interesting day.....

Morning my friends! I formally called Sheryl around 7:00 a.m. on March 1st to wish my beautiful long time friend A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! However, I didn't get a chance to write about her yet. Some of you know my wonderful friend. First of all I want to tell everyone that this friend is so young I could be her mother - she met me when she applied as a co-op student for an office I worked in - she was hired and we made instant friends. She is the little buddy that travelled from job to job to work with me. Some people will do anything for a job! I hope it was NOT me that inspired her (by example) to have FIVE children, one after another! I do hope it was me that maybe made her laugh a little along the way. We did more than work together, we shared Mary Kay careers, did some dancing together, took ceramic classes, went on too may binge shopping trips to the Bulk Food Market at Square One to buy a sample of every single candy they sold. She shared an office with me, walked with me when I was pregnant, (through thick and thin), sat in gas stations laughing our heads off over flat tires and crazy people at the wee hours of the morning. She is an inspiration to me as she is a gentle, kind, smart and off the wall funny young woman who loves her husband and children and knows how to just do it right! I love YA Sheryl, thanks for being my friend and always being there! HAPPY BLOG SPOT BIRTHDAY!

What can I say - life is flying faster than the roller coaster I used to ride in Crystal Beach,Ontario. Whewwwww.... I was driving to work this morning in major traffic jam - on Dundas St. if you can imagine. It took me almost one hour to get to work - when normally it is about 15 minutes....grrrrrrrrr... Anyway as I was sitting there I was watching the vehicles infront and around me. One pet pieve I have (well one of many) is when people take the front end of their cars and just slide right up behind the back end of another vehicle. Just sitting amongst these people makes me crazy. I feel totally closterphobic (no I not checking spelling on that one - it's too late). I really feel as though I might get crushed inbetween these vehicles or a huge dump truck will slide along and topple over at my car - and trapping me in between them all. Why is it,tell me that people just HAVE to do that?!

Well... I think it's time I figured out how to add pictures into this site...so I shall have a project on my hands and once I get the digital pictures from Sandy's SIXTIETH birthday, I will exploit everyone....including Gina in HER grass skirt and me in mine. I will be gentle...... HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY - MY DEAR SIXTY YEAR OLD FRIEND............... LOL... I couldn't resist ending with that! You are wonderful, precious and an absolute BLAST!!!! You know how to celebrate, love and shine above all. The gathering of these people is only a small reflection of how wonderful you are and how much you are loved. CAN WE DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN - THIS TIME DANI IN THE GRASS SKIRT....

LOVE YA ALL, NIGHT...............................

Well... the other day I was informed that my friend starts her day with morning tea in hand and my bright shinny blog spot in face. I didn't realize I was the start of her day - poor soul - many dissapointments these mornings! A blank screen. Yes, my friends I have had February blllaaaassss... Not sure I have ever experienced this type of "winter downs" (whatever they call that thing). I never knew what it felt like to not want to get out of bed and hiding from reality with the covers pulled over my head and pillows on top to prevent the blowing heat whistling through the vents from rippling the sheets off my face.

Depression? No. Explain it? Probably can't really. Sun deprived? Yes - absolutley. Didn't realize what it was until early last week when we were blessed with an afternoon of sunshine. All of a sudden I felt revitalized and refreshened...it was so awesome - like a face lift almost. Face lift would give me a cute date - sunshine just a spirit lift......

This evening was filled with some weird events one thing after another that prevented me from actually sitting down with my son and a friend to enjoy the dinner I was trying to cook. One of the things was that just as I was finishing the cooking process a little knock came to my door. Upon peering out my front window we see a tiny girl with her hands up around her little face trying to catch a glimpse of us. Major tears could be clearly seen streaming down her swollen red face. We opened the door and welcomed her in - recognizing her as the neighbour's little three year old. She poured in crying that she wanted her mommy and daddy, causing us immediate alarm. We calmed her down and asked here where mommy and daddy were - and she responded "working". I think you can only imagine the concern we experienced that moment.

I then continued to question her asking if anyone was home with her. She responded that her old uncle was home. Thoughts that maybe something happened to the uncle sprang to mind, and I left the cute little one with my friend as I headed to the neighbour's home. I rang and rang and rang the door bell for about five minutes when finally the uncle appeared. I shared the story of our little visitor and he, looking irritated and a little sleep deprived (or something) in his broken English asked me to bring her back. When I came back and told her uncle was home and wanted her to get back, she had an immediate look of concern and worry and shared she wasn't going home - said she was staying with us and watching t.v.. So, I did the journey back to share with uncle that it was o.k. with me if she watched t.v. for a while. I so didn't have the heart to send her back as she looked so upset. Anyway, old uncle gruff said "grab her by arm and pull her home"... (Likely buddy!) Don't get me wrong, he has always appeared to be a nice guy but he is most certainly one of these old school guys (Portugese) and I wasn't arguing with him - yuck... neither was I going to drag that child back.

Long story, she did end up going back as she thought her daddy had come home in the big truck that pulled up. However that little girl's face keeps coming back to me for many reasons. I think of the scared lonely children out there in this world, in fact right in our neighbourhoods, I think of the abused children around the corners. Reality of how easy it is for a child to get lost and dissapear struck like lightening (thank goodness she came to my house and not wander down the street somewhere).

I don't believe she is an abused child - I think that mommy and daddy have their hands full as young parents trying to make ends meet and provide a home for their child. Yet, those little brown eyes and pretty face kind of haunt me tonight - as I shared moments of her own real fear of mommy and daddy not home and being stuck with old uncle who just doesn't fit the bill of mom and dad nor good babysitter. I can only touch the surface of imagining children who may never experience the joy of when mommy and daddy finally make it home. The little souls that lay in bed aching to know the love of a mom and dad. Grab your little monster children today - and just hug them - refresh their memories of just how much they matter to you. Oh, and don't leave them with old uncle to be babysat......

Night.......................

My blog spot "counter" I guess you could call it - has clocked me in at 110 postings...well of course I have written way more than 110 - and not sure why it doesn't keep accurate count. That bothers me because I do count and I am competitive. I compete against myself constantly. Wonder if that makes me a freak? I am looking for a volunteer to count the posts??

Anway, I checked out for comments today - as you lovely friends of mine so seldom share you comments...I was pleasantly surprised to see that Dani, Gina and TIM had commented...I also noted that the long hard writing of Sunday's blog that I thought I lost - actually somehow ended up on the site, which is weird as when I checked it out earlier, I didn't see it. Hmm.

Tonight I went to see Randy Bachmann - yes of the famous Guess Who and BTO. Do you know how Guess Who got their name? I do. What a rocking happening concert tonight. I had an incredible time. I do have to share that it was not just the music that allowed me to slip back into time that was so great tonight, it was the inspiration Randy was for me this evening. He shared the ups and downs and laughs of his career with a refreshing, humble nature. Seemingly an almost shy person, he personifies intelligence, perceiverance, and a down to earth country boy heart, with a rock and roll spirit. He shared that when he has a thought or a lyric, for a potential song - he immediately writes it down - or he will certainly forget it. He has shelves in his heart where he lays things down - only often to come back to later and historically write that winning song.

We all need shelves to put those things on until we have the wisdom or the strength to come back and pick it up - whether to toss it away or to dust it off and begin to appreciate it.

Off to bed to dust some of those things I put on a shelf...like my pillow...
Oh, Happy Birthday Chanel!

Night.............

There is a piece of chocolate cake sitting in my car, it is 12:11 a.m. and I am starving....yet too lazy to go get it. Oh well, it will be good for breakfast. I wrote a thought yesterday (a good one in fact - or so I presumed) but the system failed to let me post it. I surmise there was a reason that particular thought of mine was to be kept out of print.

Today I was thinking about how we sometimes may miss the opportunity to really get to know someone and of course the flip side of how some people are open enough to reach out and open the doors to new friendships. I began to be curious about the new friends I have met in the past year. I wonder as they get to know me, what do they see? Can they see though the wax paper and see the real me? Am I transparent or do I resemble the glass we see in the bathrooms of older homes... you know the frosted type with diced looking chunks in it? I tend to think that many people can't see the real me because of that dicy glass. I think there are few people who are inquisitive enough to recognize that if they open up that window so they can see into the room I inhabit, they might find this very unique being................Hmmm..........

Do you ever wonder? I do constantly, wonder this, wonder that and question so much.

Wonder - what people think when they enter relationships with others? I say that because I was at a social function on the weekend where I was watching a younger couple interact with each other. This couple on the outset to a few of us, appear to be totally mismatched. I reiterate the word "totally". There seems to be so many couples who are together and they probably wonder how they managed to be a couple. What was the attraction - the draw to become a couple is a question I ask (and so should they). I wonder what chances of success and happiness a couple has, if their relationship is so obviously out of wack to others. Can it be that when others manage to see this, that the couple have no clue?.

It seems very clear to me that many couples get into relationships out of physical attraction and desire, lonliness or simply "fall into it" and they put friendship and human psychological bonding at the bottom of the list. (been there - done that!)

I am relieved to be 50 (yikes!!!) and having learned the lesson of making friends first... it's a long road to finding a potential partner, but I know that it will be worth it in the end. It is not an easy route as it's a constant battle to resist the temptation of human physical desires. I have learned the key to what I hope is a more solid foundation in love. I do not have it together (far from it) but at least I have managed to get the concept down! Now for the rest of the formula.

Those reading this who were at the function will be scratching their heads and wondering who inspired these thoughts. Who knows, maybe what I perceived wasn't what is in actuality.

Night once again!

Do you ever wonder? I do constantly, wonder this, wonder that and question so much.

Wonder - what people think when they enter relationships with others? I say that because I was at a social function on the weekend where I was watching a younger couple interact with each other. This couple on the outset to a few of us, appear to be totally mismatched. I reiterate the word "totally". There seems to be so many couples who are together and they probably wonder how they managed to be a couple. What was the attraction - the draw to become a couple is a question I ask (and so should they). I wonder what chances of success and happiness a couple has, if their relationship is so obviously out of wack to others. Can it be that when others manage to see this, that the couple have no clue?.

It seems very clear to me that many couples get into relationships out of physical attraction and desire, lonliness or simply "fall into it" and they put friendship and human psychological bonding at the bottom of the list. (been there - done that!)

I am relieved to be 50 (yikes!!!) and having learned the lesson of making friends first... it's a long road to finding a potential partner, but I know that it will be worth it in the end. It is not an easy route as it's a constant battle to resist the temptation of human physical desires. I have learned the key to what I hope is a more solid foundation in love. I do not have it together (far from it) but at least I have managed to get the concept down! Now for the rest of the formula.

Those reading this who were at the function will be scratching their heads and wondering who inspired these thoughts. Who knows, maybe what I perceived wasn't what is in actuality.

Night once again!

Do you ever wonder? I do constantly, wonder this, wonder that and question so much.

Wonder - what people think when they enter relationships with others? I say that because I was at a social function on the weekend where I was watching a younger couple interact with each other. This couple on the outset to a few of us, appear to be totally mismatched. I reiterate the word "totally". There seems to be so many couples who are together and they probably wonder how they managed to be a couple. What was the attraction - the draw to become a couple is a question I ask (and so should they). I wonder what chances of success and happiness a couple has, if their relationship is so obviously out of wack to others. Can it be that when others manage to see this, that the couple have no clue?.

It seems very clear to me that many couples get into relationships out of physical attraction and desire, lonliness or simply "fall into it" and they put friendship and human psychological bonding at the bottom of the list. (been there - done that!)

I am relieved to be 50 (yikes!!!) and having learned the lesson of making friends first... it's a long road to finding a potential partner, but I know that it will be worth it in the end. It is not an easy route as it's a constant battle to resist the temptation of human physical desires. I have learned the key to what I hope is a more solid foundation in love. I do not have it together (far from it) but at least I have managed to get the concept down! Now for the rest of the formula.

Those reading this who were at the function will be scratching their heads and wondering who inspired these thoughts. Who knows, maybe what I perceived wasn't what is in actuality.

Night once again!

Boy and Girl....continued.....

"Then came the girl. She was silken. She was a summer breeze.
He craved her softness, her scent.

Greater than science or magic. His clumsy hands could touch her like a whisper! Dare he use the word! No, never! Why invite the fultures to tear it open? To leave a smearing gash oozing, rotting entrails stinking on the floor. To be made a fool. To break a heart.

But it was too late. He needed her form, her laughter. When the lights were out, every fear, every hate disolved. Every moment she was away became an hour. Ever hour stretched into eternity. He needed her. Without her he was naked. Would she wait for him? Perhaps not, but he had to find out. He came back......

The boy became a man.

Yes, I know the story well, for I know the boy well.

He is me, and she is you. Boy and Girl.

Boy Loves Girl..."

Toujours.......

This poem written by an unknown writer has sat in my journal for some time now....I often think of this man, wondering who he is and who she was...... He pours his heart out on this very special paper - for a very special woman who's very existance reminds me of the very finest satin. I see her swaying ever so gently as she walks through the warm sand digging her toes in deep just as dusk settles in. The wind ever so softly caressing the long strands of her hair flinging wildly into the evening breeze.... She is beautiful, and it's him that sees her beauty that lies deep inside her heart......

Night..........

June 11, 1988 ......... Boy and Girl

Two summers ago I was given a book by a neighbour. I can't even remember what the book was titled. The only thing I can remember is the piece of linen paper lined with hand writing formed neatly in fountain pen blue ink, captioned "Boy and Girl"that fell out of the inside cover as I opened it.

There contained a story so captivating that I feel compelled to share it with you tonight as I have once again picked it up and laid in the clouds as I read it. Let your imagination run wild and place faces to this boy and girl we are about to meet.

"He do not want to face it. Even when he knew it was there in front, staring at him, daring him to deny, he turned away. He tried to run. He wanted to hide from it, to forget...... but when the music is loud......

What sort of man could become trapped, would be enslaved by foolish emotion? Not I, he cried triumphantly. He nearly believed it.

Let me tell you about the boy. He trod the hardpath. He learned one hundred lessons, but only through making one thousand mistakes. Never, he swore to himself, was he to let his heart rule his head.

He knew what he wanted..... or did he?

He had ambition but not reason and he was bitter.

Pride misconstrued for arrogance made him cynical.

The honesty he craved so badly was nowhere to be found.

The evasiveness made him misanthropic.

He had two strong arms but they were empty.

Something was missing.

Then came the girl.

She was silken.

She was a summer breeze......."

To be continued.......

The Package..... Have you ever been in a room and locked eyes with someone as you immediately formed an opinion on who this person is and what they are like? Recently, I was at a conference that drew many women. During the break, I headed to the refreshment table and as I was filling my tea cup, a woman joined me, who's stature took me back a bit, initially making me feel a bit uncomfortable. She was a tall woman, very strong looking and almost tough around the edges. I hesitated to write this article for fear that my description of this woman may be perceived as harsh, as it certainly isn't meant to. We ended up in an interesting conversation and I was surprised to listen to a voice that was so gentle, unlike her outward appearance. As we filled our cups and plates with warm drinks and delicious desserts, I listened with fasination as her humble, soft nature unfolded throughout the conversation.

Later that evening when everyone was leaving, I could see her heading towards me, her facial expression not necessarily that of a gentle being and I again felt a bit leary as I saw her stretch out her arms to fold me in a hug. She was quite a big strong looking woman, and me being somewhat delicate, I worried slightly that she might hurt me as she hugged. I admit I took a deep breath as she brought her arms around me, yet she so gently hugged and thanked ME for taking the time to talk to her. She smiled and headed out the door. She had no idea her stature had evoked some nervousness in my heart. She had no idea the impact she had on my heart that night.

I have reflected often on how we so quickly allow our first impressions to form in our heads as to who someone is or is not. I formed a quick opinion that this woman was rough and harsh, yet in spending time with her, I was able to experience the splendor of who she was - a beautiful, humble, gentle woman just waiting for someone to be a friend.

I'm glad I was afforded the opportunity to have met this lady! I am priviledged to have met such a gentle humble spirit. Don't turn away from an opportunity to meet that person you might have initially turned away from - you never know who you might REALLY meet.

Well... just for an appetizer - I share that I have a beautiful
story to share over the next two days........ stay tuned.....
You won't be disappointed.... Night....

Tonight we were helping my daughter begin the move into the new apartment her and her husband are starting their married life in. Both daughters were on the counters in the kitchen ripping off old mack-tack from the shelves of the cupboards and my friend and I were watching them. As they were ripping, complaining and chatting I listened as my youngest asked my eldest, "what happened to the lady who lived here, did she die?" My eldest responded, "I'm not sure, she was in the hospital". "Oh, said the youngest," and they went on about their business. It struck me that in life we run our course whether it be 66 years or 96 years, but at the end of that journey we are just dust to others. We move out of a place in the journey and right behind us is someone else going forward from where we left off.

I couldn't help but wonder who the lady was, what did she look like, did she have family who cared about her, was she thin and frail, and on the day she moved into that apartment, did she have help settling in. I wondered if she is now in a nursing home or if God had called her home.
I hope she is happy in the place the journey has taken her to.

As for my daughters, I wonder either one of them thought about her beyond those few questions they shared.

Night..............

Just when I thought....the crowd of supporters might have jumped ship for a more interesting blogger, along she comes - comments and all... YES!! I am not alone in this cold, icy world...someone is still reading! Yippeee...thanks once again Danielle... I am glad that something I wrote caught the attention of someone out there.... It's a lonely world without supporters....haha...

My friend Sheryl sent me a birthday card last year,a pretty white card with a huge yellow smilie on the front... and on the inside a smaller smilie.... and the words read "Smile! You're loved"! I found the card on Monday evening and I have pinned it up on the wall in my office, right beside the computer screen. It reminds me that I am blessed with truly loving, amazing friends. Yes, I AM LOVED!

I hope one day that someone might look back and say, "she" (meaning me) made my day! I hope during my journey I shower as much love on each of you!

In the meantime, think of us my dear friends sitting all together by a quiet river bank, green grass tickling our toes as we sit on blankets, reaching into picnic baskets full of food, sharing stories and fun. As we sit in unity, may we hear rushing sounds of the running stream, beautiful birds flying gracefully overhead, the gentle whisper of the wind caressing wild flowers as the rays of the orange sun beam down on us, warming our hearts and souls as we share quiet times and lunch together.

This my friends is what God gives us - free, friendship - reach out grab it and cherish it.
LOVE YA
Cheri