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?

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Internet friend are "REAL" friends

 My family and I spent Thanksgiving week visiting with friends and family down in Maryland. Lisa and  I were able to get away from family obligations to meet up with some dear friends. Internet friends.

You know, I live kind of out in the boonies. I have friends, certainly, but my internet friends are the friends I talk to every day. They are the ones who console, uplift, cheer me on and calm me down.  I love them so much.

So it's a special pleasure when we are able to meet in person.  This time it was at my friend Brenda's house. She threw a spectacular tea party just for us! A couple of the other girls from our on-line group were there too. It was so lovely.

And you know, it was like coming home. No awkwardness. No nervousness. Just jump right in and continue the discussion we were having just yesterday.

So, here's to the internet! Where you're able to catch up with old friends that you've never met before!




Our hearts are sore because our Ben will be deploying in a week. I knew this day might come. I married into the Army. I have 2 sons currently serving and I am so proud. But my mother's heart wants to wrap my arms around my child and keep him home and safe. But that's not how it works. So I ask our heavenly father to wrap his arms around my baby and to keep him safe.



I love you, pal. We will wait for you to come home before we celebrate Christmas again.  You know how cranky that's going to make your sister, so hurry on up!!!  God's speed!