No great thing is created suddenly. —Epictetus (A.D.200)

New Website is up and running =)

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Soul-friend-mates are people who bring out the best in you. They are not perfect but are always perfect for you. ~Author Unknown

Young Love

(p.s. the train was parked and knew we were taking the pictures =)  )

Tags: Fun, Snow, Swings, Teenagers, Trains

You know you’re in love when you don’t wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream. - Unknown

Blair & Parker

Yes we may look strange, but no matter what we’re still cousins ~ Anonymous

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She is your mirror, shining back at you with a world of possibilities. She is your witness, who sees you at your worst and best, and loves you anyway. She is your partner in crime, your midnight companion, someone who knows when you are smiling, even in the dark. She is your teacher, your defense attorney, your personal press agent, even your shrink. Some days, she’s the reason you wish you were an only child. ~Barbara Alpert

(my mother Krys and my aunt Kathy)

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

Great Uncle Fred & Juju - Love at first sight

The love was undeniable… so very sweet

Mary & Ben

“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
-St. Augustine

Little girls are just angels who haven’t yet spread their wings.