My mom and I were drinking coffee on the deck this morning and enjoying the rustling leaves in their fall coat-of-many-colors. Autumn is romantic. This is from my mama’s heart and mind:
“The butterflies are taking one last dance across the meadow.
Please hurry back, I’ll see you in the spring…”
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Sweet and innocent, just like her!
Hunter and I met a sweet lady at Target today who works in the shoe department and reminds me so very much of Grandma! It almost made me cry because I miss her so much! xoxoxoxoxo to the ones I love in Missouri!