A poem by J.F. Conant

He who loves an old house never loves in vain. How can an old house used to sun and rain, to lilac and to larkspur and an elm above-ever fail to answer the heart that gives it love?

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Day #21

So all that fussing and fighting and sibling rivalry was most definitely put aside and only laughter and hugs and joy were evident. 
And That makes this mother's heart so happy!
I am grateful for the fact that their is real affection between my children. Jim and Matt drove down with me and saw their brother Ben for the first time since August.