sitting at the dining room table, earlier today i was going through a large box of old family photographs - a LARGE box, one of those large storage boxes the size of a camping ice chest which, because of its size i had to keep in the floor - now, this is but one of about seven such large boxes that i have filled with photos and paper keepsakes from my children over their lives -my daughter lisa was doing some things on the other side of the dining table - the table seats eight people and the box of photos in the floor was not in any way visible to her - anyway, i was rummaging down in the last 1/3 of the box and while bending over, picked up a tiny photo of one of the plywood christmas angels i had made for my children when they were just toddlers - i was still bending over the box, holding the tiny photo in my hand when lisa said, "oh, mom, do you remember those plywood christmas angels you made when we were kids - do you have any photos of them still?" -
i straightened up and lifted my hand out of the box with the photo she was asking about - and here it is...
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Life is strange in many way's...There's always an unseen doorway just waiting to be opened...Have a good week...
hey lady - thanks so much for comment - they are always appreciated more than you know - and you, too, have a great fantabulous week!!!
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