a time to plant & a time to uproot, a time to tear down & a time to build, a time to weep & a time to laugh, a time to mourn & a time to laugh . . . Eccl. 3 annelizabethrobertson.com / October 8, 2011 The Valleys and Mountains of Life. Share this:TweetEmailPrintLike this:Like Loading...
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I love this story…It makes me laugh thinking of you…Stopping by that “Super Stop” each day! Thanks for the wonderful read this Monday AM!!!
The problem is that they were sooo good, I would still buy them. I’d just not have two to six a day.
This was beautiful and more lifegiving even than the green powder. 🙂 Keep up the great work!
Ann, I love it. The donut story rang so truly of you! Thank you for sharing. You blessed my evening.!
Sandwiches and Seasons: Boy I loved this story and can I ever relate. Each year I learn more how to spend more time with my family and less time preparing. Don’t you wish we could have realized this when ours were babies? I look back now and wonder just how much did I miss. I so want to tell the young mothers and fathers, “slow down, spend time with those babies and each other, with your faith and family cause it sure goes by fast”. On another note, I loved Libby’s present. I bet it stays long after the highlighter goes dry. The inspiration it gave you will also last especially each time you see a highlighter. I’m so glad you chose to share your stories.
Anne, I thank you again for sharing your insights through your blog. Since we grew up together, I find that your articulations fill in missing pieces of my own life.
In today’s message, I was taken back to that Thanksgiving when your parent’s decided to split. I remember the call from your mother on Thanksgiving morning. As a child who got nervous every time my parents would argue for fear that they too might divorce, the call loomed large.
In retrospect, what I remember is how my parents continued to embrace your mother in their social life. Just because she was no long “Libby and Allen”, my parents continued to include her in gatherings regardless of the fact that they were typically couples oriented.
Until reading your entry in today’s blog, I had not realized how much my own passion for diversity and inclusion was influenced by their friendship with your mother.
Thank you for reminding me of the gifts I received from my parents.
You pegged one of your parents’ greatest strengths! We do have to see it again trough adults’ eyes to understand, gaining a new perspective. Your parents offered her family when she really had none– an only child whose mom died when I was a baby and her dad died when I was 10. (And isn’t it amazing how with all of your parents “communicating,” they stayed together!)Thank you for sharing your insights.