his love wrapped around her life a petal’s caress his fingers held her like a vine to a tree the colors of their emotions like a field of wildflowers a love as wild as theirs was never meant to be tamed falling apart, coming back together finding themselves infinitely tied as one
This time of year- in years past- is usually one that I’m really excited about. It’s Lent, the anticipation of Easter- a time of newness and beginnings and starting over… but ever since my grandpa passed away almost three years ago around this time of year, it’s been a tough season to get through. Interestingly, …
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Pops~ as Christmas quickly! approaches again, I wanted to take the time to sit and write to you again. As I write this, I can see a stack of your books that you had from your teaching days, that were in the study on your bookshelves surrounded by your massive desk and that blue leather office …
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T is for Tom, you remain in everything we do, always H is for Heart, and how you gave everything to Jesus and your family A is for always there no matter what N is for noble, true as an arrow K is for kind, to everyone you met and what everyone remembers to this …