1921-1972
God loved her and so did I.
Show and Tell Friday!
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About Me
- FOR THE SAKE OF TIME
- Retiring from teaching three years ago, I am redefining myself. I have my "kid fix" from my four beautiful and talented grandchildren, ages 7,6,4, and 4! I live in a small town outside of St. Louis and also at the Lake of the Ozarks in a lovely condo with a "lighthouse" view. My favorite things are reminders of the past, writing, and beautiful things. My husband of 40 years, HD, is my friend and my companion for better or for worse. Our son and daughter and their spouses are wonderful parents. It is a delight to watch them nuture and shape the lives of our grandchilden. It is truly one of God's greatest blessings. With God as my guide, I live my life to serve those around me.
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9 comments:
Happy Mother's Day my sweet sisinlaw!! I loved this....what a beautiful photo, and I know she grins down from heaven at her precious daughter! love you! gina
Oh Charla...what a beautiful photograph of you both!! I know you must treasure it so much...wishing you a wonderful Mother's Day sweetie!!! hugs and love, Dawn
This is beautiful, Charla.
Happy Mother's Day!
Happy Birthday, Charla! Oh, what a sweet precious picture of you and your mother. She was beautiful and you just a little precious doll! I hope you had a beautiful day!
be a sweetie,
Shelia ;)
Sweet Sweet picture of you and your mom. I got to you through Note Songs. Enjoy you Mother's day.
Happy Mothers Day....what a beautiful photograph....
Happy Mother's Day, Carla. I hope the day has been good to you. Thanks for sharing such a personal and touching photo.
I'm going to be placing that baby ben clock on Etsy.
Charla, such a lovely post.
Barb
Thank you for reading my blog. I looked at yours -- I always like to find new blog friends -- and you are certainly blessed with a beautiful family.
The picture of your mother was wonderful. The things we always took for granted always mean more somehow after Mother is gone, don't they?
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