Posts Tagged ‘Kiss’

100th Post in May of 2008

September 30, 2012

I posted this years ago and I still feel the same about my children (now all adults with mates and some with granddaughters to boot)

Just thought it would be fun to bring it back up since I’m wanting to visit so so bad……

100th Post

and my next commenter will be my 300th comment.

How’s that for serendipity?

so here’s just a few of my catalog of film images from the beginnings

discovery in the light

discovery in the light

reading in the light

reading in the light

Rachael in the Window

Rachael in the Window

peekin'

peekin’

Benjamin dreamin'

Benjamin dreamin’

benjamin

benjamin

young and  frisky

young and frisky

Jacob with a sisken bird

Jacob with a sisken bird

he's always reading

he’s always reading

blue sunshine

blue sunshine

so on my 100th post here @wordpress,

which has been very smooth considering this is my first experience blogging,

I’ll share with you pictures from my heart…….. my children

and of course a flower because that is what my children remind me of the most:

Flowers.

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love IS everything it’s cracked up to be

July 13, 2012

I found this great quote from Erica Jong over on dailyplanetprincess‘ blog

check it out

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive?

Love is everything it’s cracked up to be.

That’s why people are so cynical about it. . . .

It really is worth fighting for,

being brave for,

risking everything for.

And the trouble is,

if you don’t risk anything,

you risk even more.

– Erica Jong –

our kissin' crows

our kissin’ crows


love IS everything it’s cracked up to be

January 18, 2011

love IS everything it’s cracked up to be.

my children are traveling

August 21, 2010

My nina’s are on the road, traveling to their grandmothers funeral. I loved my exMotherInLaw and called called her Mom.  she is right where she always wanted to go, to Heaven.  the gates are already open and God has his arms open for Jenny.

Gates of Heaven are Waiting

courtship of finches

May 27, 2009
high in the cottonwood

high in the cottonwood

sings a little boy bird

he's really hamming it up

he's really hamming it up

and looking kinda pretty for the girlo birds that fly by

little bright red male finch

little bright red male finch

he's eyeballin' me now

he's eyeballin' me now

“what is she doing down there?  could she be interested because of my beautiful songs and bright red/orange feather?” wonders the beautiful boy bird.

he's smitten

he's smitten

“oh this one looks just right for me”, sighs the male house finch.

and they lived happily in a little nest under the eaves…….

THE END


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