Eight years already...?! Click here to view past memories..

Once upon a time...  

We met online.  

I wasn't looking for a husband you know...

But I couldn't help but send you a friendly hello...  

It seemed you liked my face as well,

That first night we met... I could tell.



  My friends came along in case you were a night-stalker.

But it turned out you were not, but a very good talker!

  

You had me from Hello... and we went on to have fun,

I knew in my heart that you were the one. 

You made me laugh with each comment said,

A year and a half later we decided to wed... 

We'd both been married and divorced; an endeavor.  

We'd learned a lot; this time it would last forever...

Your father cried;  He was happy, you know.
So sad was the day when you had to let him go.

A beautiful day.  A beautiful life.
Oh how I love being your wife.

Our children came together when their blessings they gave,
More tragedy later...  when your youngest you could not save. 

We soon had a baby of our own  to share,

She tried our patience, hiding puddles under the chair.

Our honeymoon chalet & yearly retreat's peace did amaze,
Always reviving our spirits through life's darkest days.


On this 14th day of September, let me just take this time.
 "Thanks God, for Gary... and for making him mine."


Happy 8th Anniversary to my wonderful husband.  Gary, I love you and will forever be saddened by the events in your life that led up to your sickness, hopelessness and pain.

It's been with much inspiration and heartache that I've completed the book that you are so proud of to this day.  Thank you for the continued encouragement and praise.  I don't deserve it.  God has put this book on my heart and it will be finished soon, and dedicated to you...  the man God put into my life...  the man who has brought baggage on board that is sometimes way too heavy for even me...  the man with a wonderful heart whom I'll always love.

Happy Anniversary my love!



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Dear Summer

Dear Summer, 

I know you're trying to say goodbye.  But I'm not wanting you to go.  I'll miss you.

 I'll miss the warm ocean breeze and the angry waves stinging my legs...

I'll miss the crystal clear days and the happy sunshine that always made me feel so good...  Nobody does it quite like you, Summer.

I'll miss quiet times on high mountains...  

And taking pictures of mysterious weeds during our nightly walk.

I'll  miss cute bare feet as they skip through green grass...  

  Oh, I know it's not time for you to leave just yet.  But your cool evenings and cooler mornings are indications that it won't be long.  

So thanks for everything.  I will see you again next year,

 God willing.  

Your friend,  Bobbi

To watch me beg-Click here. Gracie.

Dear Diary,

Today Mom brought out the baby book.  Geesh was I little.

She keeps saying that I only looked sweet and  innocent.  Whatever that means.  Well, all I know is... I sure had a time with her when I was young.  It took quite a while before she finally wised up and started to see things my way.  But still... she talks about what she calls my bad behavior as a pup. 

She fails to mention how I took care of her the week she had the flu.  Nope.  Doesn't talk about my skipping meals and playtime just so I could watch after her.  I was worried.

Oh well.  I need to let bygones be bygones.  After all, she does buy oreo cookies now and again.  And speaking of oreos...  click on the link above to see what rediculous lengths I have to go to get one of those wonderful treats. 

Outta here...   Gracie.