The days of January are clipping by at a fast pace. If I didn't write in my journal, these so-called ordinary days would be lost forever. I write often of my mother, saving tidbits of conversation, memory clips, and fluctuating moods. Oh, if I could turn back time, I would put her back in her prime, and I would be there, too, enjoying every moment.
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Love that you made the cake, thanks for posting a picture of it
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That house is gorgeous! And I love the bottles too....
your last few words choked me up...
Andrea, the cake was yummy, but I want to try it again. My iron skillet was too small for the amount of batter I used. Next time my hubby is hoping I'll get it right with more browning for a chewy bottom.
Mine over flowed a wee bit too Sandy, it turned out alright tho!
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