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390 times a day I hear the word "Momma."
After staying with us for the weekend, Julia said next time she's here she's going to keep count. "That would drive me NUTs," she said.
It's become so much a part of my daily life that I don't even notice, but I realized that someday they'll be gone and I won't hear "Momma" countless times a day, every day. The thought of my world becoming oddly silent without it made me sad.
"Momma"
That little word expresses so much. Love. Need. Hurt. Want. Kindness.
To be needed and loved and appreciated - there is nothing more wonderful in this life. It makes it all worthwhile.
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Day 1: February 8, 2006 Here I am beginning my very own blog. I'm here because I have two beautiful girls and a wonderful husband and I want to savor the little day-to-day things that make up our lives together. Without the benefit of journaling these little tidbits blur into one long memory less the minutia that makes life so rich.
Monday, October 25
Friday, October 15
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OK - The kids are settled. Dave is settled. Now it's time to start my new life in Colorado.
I read a quote on a friends FaceBook page today; "The only thing that stands between a person and what they want in life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe its possible."
Couldn't have said it better. I dream of building a photography business and creating beautiful images that people will cherish for a life time and the only thing standing between me and my dream is my fear.
*sigh*
I need a plan, a time line...,
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OK - The kids are settled. Dave is settled. Now it's time to start my new life in Colorado.
I read a quote on a friends FaceBook page today; "The only thing that stands between a person and what they want in life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe its possible."
Couldn't have said it better. I dream of building a photography business and creating beautiful images that people will cherish for a life time and the only thing standing between me and my dream is my fear.
*sigh*
I need a plan, a time line...,
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