I may speak in the tongues of men, even angels; but if I lack love, I have become merely blaring brass or a cymbal clanging. 1 Corinthians 13:1
Being who I am meant to be . . .read more
Oh that I could be there . . .read more
the beauty of a rose . . .read more
When you were born, I welcomed you
with a kiss on the forehead and a hug hello.
We sang and read and talked and rhymed,
“this little piggy” and a kiss on the toe.
We played and giggled and tickled and laughed
with a kiss on the tummy and a prrrrp.