"...I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."
-Pablo Neruda
Sunday, November 29, 2009
We made it.
We're home. We're tired. And sick. All three of us. And we shared it. It was fun. Everyone made it. Plus some. Had a good time. Glad to be home. Going to bed.
Good night.
3 comments:
Anonymous
said...
Sorry you are all sick. I'm glad you had a great time with family. The left side of church looked empty without you though. ; )
3 comments:
Sorry you are all sick. I'm glad you had a great time with family. The left side of church looked empty without you though. ; )
Get some rest.
Oh September I am sorry you guys are sick, but glad you had a good time with family and others.
love you & praying for you all
I hope you are feeling better today - all of you! Looks like you made the best of a "bummer" situation there.
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