Hello: Just A Little Note . . .
My comment link is found at the top of the post (just below the title) instead of the usual where it is found at the bottom. I just noticed that some comments intended for my latest post were submitted on the previous post instead :-) .
Thanks and have a wonderful day! :-)
Mizpah!
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I have been away for a while cause I had someone visit me! Unexpected but in a good way I must say 
And thus, the days went by . . . and fast. I guess time flies fast when you are enjoying
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The remaining days were spent being sick though 
I don’t like being sick. The weather is not agreeing. I see the sun shining but still the air is ssssssssssssssoooooooo cold! Christmas definitely is here I guess I just have to be thankful that we don’t have winter here, otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to bear it!
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Anyway, I decided to make a project during this cold season and planned to share it for this Pink Saturday. Then I received Miss Beverly’s e-mail about themed Pink Saturday. Scratch that and move on LOL.
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I have this one memory that popped when I read the mail. So here goes . . .
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I remember as a little girl, when Christmas Season starts, Mama will ask me and my sister what we like as gifts. I guess that is music to every little boy and little girl’s ears LOL But I was never particular of gifts and I would end up with no response (I like surprises though – not the bad ones please).
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See, there was this particular year . . .somehow there was this dream of me learning to sew. I had my eye on this toy sewing machine in white and pink It’s a toy and miniature but it actually sew when you turn it’s wheel Months past and Christmas came. Ma would wake up early in the morning wrapping gifts (she has something for me and my sister and her godsons and goddaughters). I know cause I remember when I woke, everything is wrapped already LOL. I guess you already guessed what was inside mine that Christmas. It was the pink sewing machine! I didn’t ask her for it but she remembers! (That memory of me waking and seeing her finishing the wrapping is still vivid)
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Oh I have another one . . . (I know I said one but I just have to add this too )
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Ok maybe this one I’m not a little girl anymore LOL It was highschool and still in the Christmas season. I think it was right before we had our Christmas break. I had this chocolate crinkles recipe I wanted to try out. We didn’t have an oven in my home but one my my dearest friend own one. We bought all the ingredients needed and head to her home. We mix and mix and roll and roll. It was fun! Our hardwork paid off because maybe it wasn’t the perfect looking cookie we ever baked but I can assure you, the four girls who made them had lots of fun during the process. I miss them.
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Family and friends – our gifts all year round! .
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The picture below was supposed to be the original Pink Saturday contribution. But with the theme, I’ll just give you a sneak peek of what I’m making. More to come and I have questions too (but in a separate post).
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Happy Pink Saturday!.
Thank you Miss Beverly for hosting this event.
For other pink stuff and childhood memories, drop by How Sweet the Sound.
To learn more about the event, click on the “Pink Saturday” logo
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In Socks ! ! !
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This is what happens when your wee little feet gets cold.
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Aren’t socks very helpful in warming those toes?
‘Course, who said you can’t have fun with it.
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It’s these simple crazy things you do that bring smiles in the most unexpected ways.
As much as it warms the feet, it also warms the heart.
(And we do need that, don’t we? )
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Happy Pink Saturday!.
Thank you Miss Beverly for hosting this event.
For other pink stuff, drop by How Sweet the Sound.
To learn more about the event, click on the “Pink Saturday” logo
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Beloved . . . Loved . . .
Those were the words that came up for the meaning of the name Amy.
How true! She was surrounded with so much love . . .
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Debbie’s blog shows just that.
A chronicle . . . a diary . . . a story about her dear Amy.
A story of struggle, strength and faith.
An inspiration.
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Amy Dawn
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Though only a glimpse . . .
We’ve come to know her as a dear sweet soul,
We’ve come to know her as a gentle one and yet with so much strength -
Her faith unwavering.
We’ve come to know Amy through her mother’s very loving eyes.
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Her life will be of no pain, no struggle, no sorrow anymore.
And just as her name means,
She was, and will always be, loved . . .
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Through this event, we were fortunate to have come to know of Amy’s story through Debbie.
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