39 years ago, life was the best it could be (until 11/17/82 which made it better). The most important and wonderful thing happened to me. I gave birth to my beautiful boy. And Allen and I were deliriously happy. Our families were whole and alive. Everyone was happy in our lives. Life was wonderful.
I can't believe he's 39. I can't believe his father, who loved him so very much, isn't here to celebrate with him. I will be going to the farm for one o'clock. I hope he likes the relics I bought him in Gettysburg.
Anthony will be .leaving again next Sunday and not coming back until maybe November, then Christmas, and the not again until June. He's staying out West on the pipeline to earn and save money for his dream -- his farm. I keep praying that he can make his dreams come true
My Carol's Little Lou is four weeks old today - well technically in three days. I will be seeing all of them on the 20th when I go down there. They bought their house -- more dreams coming true. I prayed for that too. I want my babies to be happy - always and forever.
Still helping Margaret on her house. It's getting there a little at a time. I can't figure out how they fit so much stuff into four little rooms. Amazing.
Sam now has a python, a leopard gecko, the two cats (I'm praying we don't get another male cat and Kitten doesn't get found - he pees everywhere as did the other orange cat), two bearded dragons, three gerbils, and four rats - she is on her way now to get at least four more rats. But since she left with two cat carrying boxes, I don't know if it's only four. LOL!!
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