The sloppy kisses of Buster.
The quiet purring of Pumkin when he lets me stroke his silky fur.
My job.
Ken's hugs.
Katrina's laughter.
Jo's smiles.
Brannon's quiet ways.
My grandkids that make me laugh and keep me young!
Rain not snow.
Vacations!
The solitude of our hosue.
The view from our front porch.
My car is running well and is paid off.
Friends!
Mrs. Robin who sings every morning from the top of our maple tree - at the top of her lungs.
The quiet purring of Pumkin when he lets me stroke his silky fur.
My job.
Ken's hugs.
Katrina's laughter.
Jo's smiles.
Brannon's quiet ways.
My grandkids that make me laugh and keep me young!
Rain not snow.
Vacations!
The solitude of our hosue.
The view from our front porch.
My car is running well and is paid off.
Friends!
Mrs. Robin who sings every morning from the top of our maple tree - at the top of her lungs.
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