When our first child was born in May of 1978, the mother of one of my closest friends created this ornament for him. I loved her like a second mom, and although she passed away several years ago I feel her presence every year when I place this ornament on our tree.
I call this one, “Sweetest Memories.”
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
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so sweet and so precious………it’s the little things like this bring true joy
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My friend and I have grown apart in recent years–politics have divided us. I texted her the photo of this and she responded. Maybe we can begin talking again.
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I hope so………baby steps
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Gotta start somewhere.
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That was such a sweet gift. I hope you and your friend can get a bit closer again despite the political differences.
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I hope so, too.
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Lovely. At 36, my youngest son still has a tapestry made before he was born
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Those are the special things.
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