✿⁀⋱‿”˜ƸӜƷ˜”‿.•⁀❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿ Pull up a chair, kick off your shoes and sit for a while on the Back Porch. Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you. Savor the cool breeze, enjoy the smell of sweet olive, jasmine and fresh cut grass. Join us for a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea. ✿⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀❀”˜ƸӜƷ˜”❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿
Friday, November 28, 2014
My Cup Runneth Over
From the moment of my rising until the last wakeful memory of each day I am overcome with sincere gratitude. I'm thankful for every breath, every hug, every second of this life I am blessed to live. I wish to savor the time spent with those I love deeply, and appreciate the impact that even the smallest exchange with another can have on my life. Thanks to all who have come in and out of my life and with sincerity of heart I am thankful to those who remain. My cup runneth over.
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