I'm still itching but the rash is beginning to dry up. My dance card is pretty full right now but that's okay because, you know. Idle hands and all that. I had to scrape frost off the windshield this morning because I forgot to put the car under the carport so it took a minute to thaw before I headed to the Big Boy Junction. So far the time change hasn't played havoc with my head like it usually does thank the 'lort. My blooming peach tree is covered all redneck style with rolled plastic. Bubba told me Daddy always said it's "nature's way of pruning" but....I like to save the living things like plants and animals. I can really tell that 67 and a half years has slowed me way down.
Looking back, I don't know how I managed anything other than lots of wonky hours at the sawmill and child raising. My mother was a lot of help with that and Lauren has a special place in her heart for MeMaw. Reaves has met my parents through pictures and stories since they were gone before she was born. She adores her Uncle Bubba too. She's on the last day of her special trip to DisneyWorld and I have kept up through pics and videos. I'm so grateful that she got to go at just the right age to believe in all things magical.
Let's carry on with faith and hope ^j^
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