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<br />C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-62921108764257417642012-06-05T06:32:00.002-07:002012-06-05T06:33:55.314-07:00Themed: WetLast week's theme was <b>WET.</b><br />
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</div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-39107408643731958532012-05-24T11:49:00.000-07:002012-06-24T13:48:29.626-07:00Themed: BlueI joined a little Weekly Photo Challenge Group... Me and my Forum friends are challenged to take a pic every week with a different theme. This week's was : <b>BLUE</b><br />
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These were taken with my point-and-shoot camera and edited in Picasa. The second was a simple color invert.<br />
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<b>Playdough: Blue</b><br />
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<a href="http://s1270.photobucket.com/albums/jj608/Cfal123/?action=view&current=Heart2.jpg" target="_blank"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1270.photobucket.com/albums/jj608/Cfal123/th_Heart2.jpg" /></a>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-23632631635590205392011-11-01T07:59:00.001-07:002011-11-01T08:08:52.774-07:00Around My Kitchen: Pt 6<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Inside Glass</span></span><br /><a href="http://sunnydayphotos.blogspot.com/2010/06/around-my-kitchen-pt-1.html"><br />(looks like I finally made it past 5)</a><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQv9fHkrG6TdcYlU9GX46sykmdtYBtwvzWO4WChJYbcEQPDbW85sbtY6Eb7ubFQ9ZQrXQR6HnwLjyWWNyggdisMl8OSy2uejIrx56y4VOYMT_ritM_NRLx3LmMXdCRVpuLwzy5DtoG7k4/s1600/024.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQv9fHkrG6TdcYlU9GX46sykmdtYBtwvzWO4WChJYbcEQPDbW85sbtY6Eb7ubFQ9ZQrXQR6HnwLjyWWNyggdisMl8OSy2uejIrx56y4VOYMT_ritM_NRLx3LmMXdCRVpuLwzy5DtoG7k4/s400/024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670042409160513010" border="0" /></a>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-84885954309967799532011-11-01T07:07:00.001-07:002011-11-01T07:11:03.505-07:00October Color<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ec5OcaPzhxfBJfSdSUOcusDwnvtFM2qiz3ofeOgbmwFI9TN1AdCYt6pImWocCehdAXkCQbcqXbsnhycOBLUZNrmhtQglZd7PenvR0hEZ6dcqT8Dv0ptUZJpKmLa61yyOYeTiLckRUcQ/s1600/010.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Ec5OcaPzhxfBJfSdSUOcusDwnvtFM2qiz3ofeOgbmwFI9TN1AdCYt6pImWocCehdAXkCQbcqXbsnhycOBLUZNrmhtQglZd7PenvR0hEZ6dcqT8Dv0ptUZJpKmLa61yyOYeTiLckRUcQ/s400/010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670029239262823938" border="0" /></a>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-43678521629733394382011-11-01T06:26:00.000-07:002011-11-01T07:11:16.914-07:00It's all around.Suffering.<br /><br />It's all around. My family is in a season of remembering a loved, cherished little life that left us 3 years ago. It has been hard. I would say harder this year than years past. She was a little thing... 5 weeks. She was a red head. <br /><br />In the midst of my grief, I'm aware of at least 7+ other friends who are going through extremely tough situations. Losing a parent, a grandparent (who was like a parent), severe/life threatening illnesses, children going through life threatening illnesses, ill spouses, job losses.... and the list seems to go on.<br /><br />My tears fall, but I know that the Lord sees every one of them. He counts them, he bottles them, he notes them. He "is near to the brokenhearted" (Ps.34:18). <br /><br />God has used my children to show me so much about Himself lately. Recently, my daughter was literally laughing and running into my husbands arms. Her daddy. She loves him so, and he loves her more. What a picture of God to me.... Thank you, Lord. Today, my other daughter gets a thump on the head and is sad and in pain. She runs to me, crawls on my lap and cries on my shoulder. I kiss her boo boo and she's all better. The pain is still there (I'm sure), but the comfort of knowing that I love her and that I kiss her boo boo makes it bearable. Off she goes, joyfully to keep playing. Isn't that a picture of how it is with God? <br /><br />I have sat on Jesus' lap many times this week as I wash the dishes and cried... and he kisses the boo boo and I receive strength and even joy to go about the day. <br /><br />If you are suffering too, may I remind you to look to Jesus. Lay your burdens before him. Be real about it. Because in pouring your heart out before him you will receive comfort.<br /><br />In the meantime my heart is looking forward to this coming to pass:<br /><br />Revelation 21:3-5 (the Message)<br />"Look! Look! God has moved into the neighborhood, making his home with men and women! They're his people, he's their God. He'll wipe every tear from their eyes. Death is gone for good—tears gone, crying gone, pain gone—all the first order of things gone." The Enthroned continued, "Look! I'm making everything new. Write it all down—each word dependable and accurate."C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-9842527009400587622011-10-03T07:25:00.000-07:002011-11-01T07:11:16.914-07:00It's all just preparation...This thought was encouraging to me this morning. I hope it encourages you. It's from a Beth Moore Study I'm attending on David.<br /><br />" The tricky thing about God's preparation is how He prepares us -- even through trials. We find ourselves saying, "I'm not sure what I was expecting, but I never would have expected this."<br /><br />Painless or painful, enjoyable or distasteful, God always works to prepare us to serve Him, but He rarely prepares us in ways we expect. Why must we experience such preparation? Because any work we've grown accustomed to is usually a work completed. As soon as we've learned one lesson, He brings another. He will continue to work in us until we see His face, because that, beloved, is the ultimate moment for which we're being prepared.<br /><br />Make no mistake. Jesus will be worth it. Remember, He thought we were worth it too"C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-71985544721514060392010-11-20T10:23:00.000-08:002010-11-20T10:30:37.388-08:00The TenderAmidst a bitter loss<br />What brings the Tender through<br />The comfort of the Cross<br />And Resurrection too<br /><br /><br />When the gathering is gone<br />Silent raging feelings, feels alone<br />Now heaven is plus one<br />Remember God still sits enthroned<br /><br /><br />When the heart of the Tender is weak<br />Unable to stand at all<br />Lay still tender one<br />Omnipotence is at your call<br /><br /><br />When the weight is too heavy<br />The pain unbearably sharp<br />Gentle Jesus is nearer<br />He pulls you to his heart<br /><br />There is no greater Father<br />No one who knows so well<br />The pain felt by the Tender<br />Nor the balm to make him well<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(c.a.f. 11.20.2010)</span>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-53775200005158486832010-10-23T15:51:00.000-07:002010-10-23T15:59:18.282-07:00The PlacePondering glorious things<br />Beauty plucks my heart strings<br />The melody lingers whist it sings<br />Mind deeper in The Place<br /><br />Aching my heart for the new<br />Finishing my days through<br />Tapping the time to<br />Be in The Place<br /><br />Embracing not to let go<br />Tears in eyes will overflow<br />How to wait here below<br />For that prepared Place.<br /><br />Exiled here in fallen shame<br />Enduring consequences but not blame<br />All united in the same<br />Longing for The PlaceC.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-84670159231228240332010-07-09T11:24:00.000-07:002010-11-20T10:30:49.721-08:00Around My Kitchen: Pt 5<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Mantel</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg14lcwDujnfQimY30lTQ-M3Gdmpbn_jo3SRSNq0q_NLviIV1HzJobqBssghgaw_0NveDASwYhqGWjxTTncQg9XpfzBXwAm-YqAwV-pM_bOK13dvdKZ7sMP909X8w2BkuPW_nuxcv5Tf14/s1600/Mantle+copy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483785384416175522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZu4mLyy1eGLX_o8g-4xdiW25YnCzdze_ATcXpSRMGXDR-m0FiO_IAUk-85T7L0bUpnkEmQBwoccBAhaExG8BmFjn-M68FKGn6BJS0x8czEavMl5cqjQhxMFQGyMOqCtiJqIt_7OFkALQ/s400/Kitchen+Bowls.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-2692113685810332342010-06-14T16:52:00.000-07:002010-06-16T06:51:31.791-07:00Around My Kitchen: Pt 1I thought I'd give myself a challenge of taking <em>10 pictures of things around my kitchen</em> for a little series. We'll see if I can get past 5.<br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />One... </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><strong>Tomato.Red<br /></div></strong></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482782108982346978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgETiOXglNyIMPvWSugCIH8LSEnxkpvf29EIRRlbaldtSmApXtHdKJv01Wsqq02_8itSbjmxGriWA2aOspjCnGvrq1jWih78drx-2UBS6rlZOrAbo_ybOeJydj0EY5FDQIoi3w_OZwwmCQ/s400/Tomato.Red" />C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-8104112470681593432010-05-25T13:41:00.000-07:002010-05-25T14:10:25.193-07:00Rent the Sky<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWE4HrkCByQBZWwKL0wGbQC9GoBv8sQSkeADxYX0-1TxOb74RqsxwT6qVB-URdnmuI-JPVJ_MEeCUBpvUDIE5HsQnJO5WGJINqG9q_My39MVOicLxZHPTyjErB3Stsqq9jXPRytCDd7U/s1600/Sky.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475314343776155570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWE4HrkCByQBZWwKL0wGbQC9GoBv8sQSkeADxYX0-1TxOb74RqsxwT6qVB-URdnmuI-JPVJ_MEeCUBpvUDIE5HsQnJO5WGJINqG9q_My39MVOicLxZHPTyjErB3Stsqq9jXPRytCDd7U/s400/Sky.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Rent the sky</div>Pay in gratefulness<br />Cherish the sun<br />Rays glorious<br />Melt my heart<br />To the marvelous<br />Wonders of You.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(c.a.f. 5.22.2010)</span> </div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-66832860286887296962010-05-21T10:48:00.000-07:002010-05-21T10:54:29.398-07:00Sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fSsRhPsDJY_wpikmHkvYA7_vep7rGuAr5AcdLtqAY4DQvWY-GgtIH47BzBytGu_Ir61jBIhBltBZJowIUjTX3v__XMvZKX-A3asT-alGPG2agU12oHH1euU5zdDSvAjGYGEJPxKo_wY/s1600/Sunset.BlackHills.2"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780444858238066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fSsRhPsDJY_wpikmHkvYA7_vep7rGuAr5AcdLtqAY4DQvWY-GgtIH47BzBytGu_Ir61jBIhBltBZJowIUjTX3v__XMvZKX-A3asT-alGPG2agU12oHH1euU5zdDSvAjGYGEJPxKo_wY/s400/Sunset.BlackHills.2" /></a><br /><div></div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-50478289225919333192010-05-21T10:46:00.000-07:002010-05-21T10:54:29.398-07:00Canoe to Nowhere<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJlTwk1GjnBA3gh9d1_vqa-JLg7WhwL4nm0O9_CQzb7UWsCDZaEoLtQAtzZ9nB1rGxYSzEAVkqMx4_KsLYzIIP7KZByy8ETDeV-XozyCsOeZ3p48zQVlFTeTfpjeZk-7YHcEZOhVZSBU/s1600/Canoe+to+Nowhere.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473781332431421794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQJlTwk1GjnBA3gh9d1_vqa-JLg7WhwL4nm0O9_CQzb7UWsCDZaEoLtQAtzZ9nB1rGxYSzEAVkqMx4_KsLYzIIP7KZByy8ETDeV-XozyCsOeZ3p48zQVlFTeTfpjeZk-7YHcEZOhVZSBU/s400/Canoe+to+Nowhere.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-27832675475741908032010-05-21T10:44:00.001-07:002010-05-21T10:54:29.398-07:00Drip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqZWSYS_DSXfMaeoL36CGbNBX7O6CNkP6ecRAbup601fJJPM74WIcp1hsGFA-Vouc2RXjnUEfjug0fuFJeSmrtfF-tkg7SdHWTa2YyUIoMubFjE2GZHkaVl01ImQ_1VoTbRmuGKlivXo/s1600/Drip.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473780627935805794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVqZWSYS_DSXfMaeoL36CGbNBX7O6CNkP6ecRAbup601fJJPM74WIcp1hsGFA-Vouc2RXjnUEfjug0fuFJeSmrtfF-tkg7SdHWTa2YyUIoMubFjE2GZHkaVl01ImQ_1VoTbRmuGKlivXo/s400/Drip.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-11088555765128917852010-05-14T14:39:00.000-07:002010-05-14T19:07:04.764-07:00Window<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAG1st7Tetf1506HbxolzGw_Z1ZMgnUgqzjz8GLiTqJcJK2hY7Qovy9AoaarSQ9X8Y6oJ1DAgnON5X5W7FEvnNunQE3EZXdLipMT69jqsI7iYMcm3trzo14A_xxQ1hZlH-SsDa3OX0JsU/s1600/The+Eye.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471243878632006082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAG1st7Tetf1506HbxolzGw_Z1ZMgnUgqzjz8GLiTqJcJK2hY7Qovy9AoaarSQ9X8Y6oJ1DAgnON5X5W7FEvnNunQE3EZXdLipMT69jqsI7iYMcm3trzo14A_xxQ1hZlH-SsDa3OX0JsU/s400/The+Eye.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-30942360496694421862010-04-22T07:22:00.001-07:002010-05-14T19:06:49.978-07:00FreeWhat do you think of when you see the word "Free." In this economy that word is like gold. It's like money in your pocket. It's like a weight is lifted. It's like drop everything and run toward it and relish and take advantage and own it. You don't have to spend your hard earned money in order to get something in return. It's value. It's precious. It's worth it. It's something I would get out of bed for. It's a word that sparks conversation. "I got this for free, can you believe it?!" It's something for nothing. It's unequal, no work for reward. <br /><br />"Free" is a word that is packed with emotion and meaning. It can have different effects on each individual, but it affects everyone the same. It means, you pay-give-offer- nothing and you get in return something.<br /><br />Is "free" worth it to you? In the economy of your heart, in the dark and weariness of your soul, in the worries of your mind, are you ready for something free?<br /><br />For the wages of sin is death, but the <em>free</em> gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 6:23)C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-84186994487192902282010-04-13T11:52:00.000-07:002010-04-13T12:03:15.591-07:00DoorsI take a moment to contemplate. My Heart has many doors.<br />In the silence of my mind I walk it's corridor.<br />Door One has cares and weights I wish not to touch today.<br />Door Two is a meandering road where I could easily lose my way.<br />Door Three may find a sponge, a mop or a full laundry bin.<br />But door Four has You and that's the room I choose to get lost in.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(c.a.f 4.13.2010)</span>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-76688222582576272182010-04-05T07:27:00.001-07:002010-04-06T06:55:00.000-07:00Pressing inWhen Jesus was among them, the crowds would press hard upon him. All would flock to see him. All would travel miles and miles just to hear him speak. Some would give all just to touch the hem of his robe.<br /><br /><br />Is Jesus so very far from us now? Is he unreachable? I dare say, no. He is risen! He is alive!! Not only is the person of Jesus forever alive and sitting, as we speak, at the right hand of the Father, he is interceding for us and calling us to come to him.<br /><br /><br />We have tangible, touchable bits of Jesus too in the Bible. It is "living and active." It is the breath of God. It is forever at our fingertips for us to devour the very words of the God of the universe.<br /><br /><br />Do we press hard upon it? Do we travel miles to hear it speak to us? Do we give all to touch just the hem of it's bindings?<br /><br /><br />Let's ponder a few questions together. How far do we have to travel? Across our living room? Upstairs to the bedroom bookshelf? What do we have to give in order to hear Jesus speak? 30 minutes of sleep? Or even, a postponed shower?<br /><br />Oh friends, have we become so "enlightened" or "evolved" that we have lost sight of what is truly necessary?C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-76608709845571149022010-03-24T11:32:00.000-07:002010-04-06T06:56:06.199-07:00This Is The LifeYour body is quiet, so soft and so warm<br />Your chubby legs are curled, foot rests on my arm<br />The curve of your lips are puckered like a kiss<br />Are gently drinking and you sigh in your bliss<br />Oh this vignette grows distant too fast<br />I wish to preserve this moment in glass<br /><br /><br />Today I might have been doing something "great"<br />I might have regularly had dinner at eight<br />I might have spent my money on purses or clothes<br />Or frequented all of the best Broadway shows<br />I might have traveled all over the World<br />But then I wouldn't have you, my sweet little girl.<br /><br /><br />Instead of laboring in the evolving work force<br />I labor for order, naps, obedience, and chores<br />I don't have glamorous dinners out late<br />Instead I eat at six, toast, bacon and eggs<br />I have not bought clothes, perhaps in years<br />I learn of most movies from the view of my peers<br /><br /><br />My precious baby, it's an honor to give<br />Every moment of the life I might have lived<br />To nurture and tend to your body and soul<br />You were that "something missing" that I didn't know<br />You undo me with your smiles and your charms<br />You overflow my heart, my mind, and my arms.<br /><br /><br /><p>Rest peacefully now, my baby so sweet<br />Your dependant season is ever so brief<br />Mommy is battling off each little care<br />I'll clean all your diapers and soft wispy hair<br />I'll wipe your nose and all of your spit up<br />This is the life I would never give up.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />(c.a.f. 3.24.2010)</span></p>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2466677372923731871.post-35108729494268898652010-03-20T09:50:00.000-07:002010-04-06T06:56:23.123-07:00A Sweet Little Girl<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4qgn85jd9nAOl-WLAVeABBf0QS2BnoYH3tJryszpP6AGqhoUwQoJcwWsLCfAPrgi-JyeJbnZoxjVwEjId9oYjMVkJ7X36V9Wsm4RQxa2Ggw6GQyU78oahyphenhyphenUCmEdhGCxSVyiJ1JYJ7xI/s1600-h/Rose.shoes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450763816967995362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4qgn85jd9nAOl-WLAVeABBf0QS2BnoYH3tJryszpP6AGqhoUwQoJcwWsLCfAPrgi-JyeJbnZoxjVwEjId9oYjMVkJ7X36V9Wsm4RQxa2Ggw6GQyU78oahyphenhyphenUCmEdhGCxSVyiJ1JYJ7xI/s400/Rose.shoes.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">A wiggle, a giggle, a tickle, a toe<br /></div><div align="center">Two hands, a clasp and away we go</div><br />Spinning and grinning and twirling a-whirl<br />Ladybugs and tender hugs, a sweet little girl.<br /><br />A curl, a lash, a soft curvy cheek<br />Feet thumping, legs jumping, a mousy squeak<br /><br />Kisses and squishes and wishes galore<br />Roses and touching noses, a sweet little girl.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br />(c.a.f. 3.19.2010)</span> </div>C.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687986467488295823noreply@blogger.com0