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and don't dwell on things.

Yes, the story of my life. Death by analysis. Yes, the story of my life. Death by analysis. Yes, the story of my life. Death by analysis.

My son(s) ....

Gift Idea for Isaac: To my Son, I sometimes wish. Poem by: Larry Howland This is lovely. Such a beautiful idea to print and frame for graduation or the wedding day. Must have a photo with mom and the boy as a baby!

For my boys

My Son I adore his smile I cherish his hugs I admire his heart but most of all I love that he is My Son hand-painted wood sign. Love my "son hugs.

I truly hate to think of my kids grown up. :(  As much as they know how to push my buttons, I wish I could just stop time...

my son and daughter but yeah she is a girl not a boy and a woman not a man.but my son is a man

Boys room art print Be strong when you are weak, brave when you are scared, & humble when you are victorious

happiness is like a butterfly

"Happiness is like a butterfly, The more you chase it the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder." Just let it come to you & know you are enough, you are your happiness ♥

Can't always judge a book by its cover...

Everyone has a story that has changed them. Some ppl need to keep in mind they are not the only ones changed by an event or story. Learn it, live it!

Borrowed from a Facebook post - thought it was worth showing.    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10150994864791961=a.390955286960.162138.99550061960=1

Integrity is doing the right thing when no one is watching. Integrity is doing the right thing when no one is watching. Integrity is doing the right thing when no one is watching.

Miracles ~ for Amanda Berry, Michelle Knight and Gina DeJesus.  God bless them all and may they find love and peace all the rest of their lives. They have amazing strength to have survived this horror, and we can't even imagine the full extent of what they endured.

Miracles happen everyday, we just don't notice.the miracle of talking to each other without being connected to a telephone line attached to the wall.the miracle of loving each other.

Ahem.  Family probably isn't blood if you're talking adoption or marriage.  However,your natal family--blood-- might not want you in their lives, they might not accept you for who you are.  They might not care about whether or not you smile, and they might not love you no matter what.  But estranged or not, they're still your family.  The people who choose to be with you are your friends (or your spouse.)  Got it?  Words mean something.

If you know my friends, you know this is true. I have my blood family and my chosen family. sometimes I even like my chosen family more.

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