Wednesday, December 15, 2010


Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmas-time. ~Laura Ingalls Wilder

I miss my Mom.  I am not looking forward to the holidays.  I hate the fact that nothing will ever be the same.  I am so thankful for the precious memories of my Mom.  I wish I could hug her and tell her how much I love her.

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