tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post2404745678871591911..comments2023-09-13T04:21:48.038-04:00Comments on My day and thoughts: Pure loveCelestehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02185860853151726676noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-47158529911736623582004-08-01T10:20:00.000-04:002004-08-01T10:20:00.000-04:00This entry brought tears to my eyes--How wonderful...This entry brought tears to my eyes--How wonderful that Pat has grown to love Brook like that---it must bring you so much joy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-45321060329916376302004-08-01T12:59:00.000-04:002004-08-01T12:59:00.000-04:00OM Gosh Celeste i thought she was your daughter......OM Gosh Celeste i thought she was your daughter...how very awesome of you and PAt to be such wonderful grandparents. I am so glad she has you. How is everything going with Candiac anyhow? This was a very sweet entry.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-19854956934582997402004-08-01T14:14:00.000-04:002004-08-01T14:14:00.000-04:00Tis true. My daughters 16 and 23 can attest to tha...Tis true. My daughters 16 and 23 can attest to that. My husband is not thier blood father. But he is thier FATHER> He was there whe the 16 year old was born and he even thinks he remembers he was tehre for Tracy. Thats how real it is. Tracy says for her it seems that he is all she can remember. LoriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-22143355003299345722004-08-01T16:12:00.000-04:002004-08-01T16:12:00.000-04:00i am already feeling weepy today and this made me ...i am already feeling weepy today and this made me cry. My oldest daughter mandy joined my family through adoption and I can attest to the fact that Blood does not make a family. I could not love my Mandy any more than if she grew inside of me. Like the famous adoption poem says, "You did not grow under my heart but in it."<br><br>Thank you for the sweet comments. I was so sad and hurt, and people like you made me better. You "kissed my boo boos".<br><br>BTW, I LOVE your face! You look like someone I'd love to know in real life. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-65082323378870003802004-08-01T19:59:00.000-04:002004-08-01T19:59:00.000-04:00This reminds me of Cody: When all my grandchildre...This reminds me of Cody: When all my grandchildren were away... my son was stationed in Germany and my daughter moved to south Missouri... I was asked to babysit for a relative of my then-daughter-in-law. The baby, Cody, was six months old. Cliff worked second shift, so he was home most of the time Cody was here. We really had a bond with that child, and I watched him for two years, till my son returned to the states. I will always believe God send Cody to us to fill the gap. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-42482417760576162452004-08-02T22:24:00.000-04:002004-08-02T22:24:00.000-04:00Hello! Thank you for visiting my journal and comm...Hello! Thank you for visiting my journal and commenting on the idea of confessing. I like this entry of yours. I agree--I think love is the most important thing there is. It is what all of my stories are about, how and why we love, how to hold on to love, how fragile love is. I like fiction because I can wear a "mask" and the mask makes me feel comfortable to tell the "truth," although the infomation in the story is not necessarily "factual." They say truth is stranger than fiction. I also believe that fiction can be more truthful than facts--that is the premise I work under, anyway! (smile). It takes a long time to get to the truth of how you feel, your real feelings, your existence. There are so many analogies to use, an onion skin, peeling back the layers, or a pool of water--going deeper than the surface reflection. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me!<br><br>http:journals.aol.com/csandhollow/mydayandthoughts/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778915961948946252.post-41966330060444247142004-08-02T22:29:00.000-04:002004-08-02T22:29:00.000-04:00http://journals.aol.com/theresarrt7/TheresaWilliam...http://journals.aol.com/theresarrt7/TheresaWilliams-author/ <br><br>I added your journal address to my message by mistake--sorry! --TWAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com