It’s a cliché, but in this case it fits perfectly. My son, Jeremy, is 454 miles or 731 km away, but I haven’t been able to see him nor his wife, Lucy, since spring, 2019!
Son
Windows on the Past – Motherhood pics 1970-75…
Reminiscing with time on my hands…
Friday Follies #183 – deferred to next week, due to…
…an early visit for Mother’s Day from…
Happiness is…
…when your son and his wife have just promised that they’re coming to visit you, and you haven’t seen them in a year and a half!
Love – Love
This is a reboot of a post from two years ago; hope you like it! 🙂
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 