tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027479047181653279.post7234160521230411550..comments2023-08-06T11:17:02.040-04:00Comments on i love plum: this girl...i love plumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04801869459180023915noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027479047181653279.post-82687309026012891562008-08-16T10:10:00.000-04:002008-08-16T10:10:00.000-04:00N...you are my lifeline in the 'comments' departme...N...you are my lifeline in the 'comments' department and for so many other reasons...YOU are a true inspiration and your writing is unmatched with any others I've read. Thanks for always supporting my posts...at least somebody reads them!! MUAH!!!i love plumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04801869459180023915noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9027479047181653279.post-4731887042968985082008-08-15T22:58:00.000-04:002008-08-15T22:58:00.000-04:00Oh, P. They are so stunningly beautiful that it d...Oh, P. They are so stunningly beautiful that it doesn't seem fair. :-) <I>I</I> wish I looked like Z!<BR/><BR/>And I just loved how you put that. I may reuse it at some time. Because you put it so succinctly. You don't need more words than that to describe the wonder of this age and this time and this miracle of being a mom. It's so hard sometimes and I think a part of what makes it hard is knowing that we CAN'T freeze time, put it on a shelf, pick it up one day when we're feeling nostalgic, and put it on again like a favourite tee shirt and re-live it all over again. Sigh.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful post. <BR/><BR/>I love you.<BR/><BR/>N.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com