“Come on, Em, share!” Emily laughed as she painted jam on her last quarter of toast, then waved it in front of Denny’s face before cramming the whole piece into her mouth. As she chewed, she rose from the table, dancing around until she swallowed the last of it, just as the toaster popped.
Accepting that growing older is a gift not granted to everyone, a gift to celebrate every day, I also accept that I will change. How wonderful that we know there will still be good days, days to add to our memories. Good days with family, good days with friends. I really like this one. Thank you, as always, my dear friend 💕
Accepting that growing older is a gift not granted to everyone, a gift to celebrate every day, I also accept that I will change. How wonderful that we know there will still be good days, days to add to our memories. Good days with family, good days with friends. I really like this one. Thank you, as always, my dear friend 💕
Very sweet story. I'm imagining their lives 😍
A touching story on the frailty (and speed) of life.
It’s lovely Dascha!