Hearts and Flowers

Hearts and Flowers

My husband and I were having a lively discussion with friends the other night over the observance of Valentines Day. The consensus of the guys rested heavily on the notion that they dislike the compulsion of this so-called ‘Hallmark Holiday’ and that women just enjoy any excuse for getting presents. The wives of said gentlemen…

Being married to a good man…

Being married to a good man…

The last conversation from a visit with my 98-year-old Great Great Aunt Ruth on Saturday…“Will you come again next year?” Aunt Ruth asked.“Yes, I will, if I’m not married.”“Well,” she smiled, “I hope you’re married.”I giggled. “I hope so, too.”“How old are you again?” she asked.“Twenty-two.”“That’s a good age to be married,” Aunt Ruth said…

A Vision of Marriage

The picture is adorable. Robert’s two-month-old face sports his million-dollar smile as he looks at a little girl with straight black hair. In the next picture, LeAnn’s hand is on her head, a huge grin on her face as she stares at Robert. It could easily be captioned, “Oh Mommy, he’s so cute!” Fast forward…

The End.

The End.