Dear You: Thank you for stopping by, reading this little blog, and for your kind comments. You'll never know how much that means to me.
Dear Summer: Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Dear Pride: Sadly, you are a master of disguise.
Dear Suitcase: What would you say if I told you to dust yourself off and take a little trip with me? Wouldn't that be fantastic?
Dear Cashew butter: You are amazing.
Dear Wisdom: Please take care of my boy when he is away. Always point him to things that are true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, of good repute, excellent, and praise worthy.
Dear Stars: I just adore you and how you light up the night sky like dozens and dozens of twinkle lights.
Dear Self: My, you are fickle. Full of faith one moment and fearful the next.
Dear Farm: Your peace and quiet are such a gift in the midst of this crazy, busy world.
Dear Camera; You are a fun companion, and I hope to spend more time with you.
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Dear Mommy,
ReplyDeleteI loved the sweet, and fun post, and love hearing from you. :)
Love your Hanners
and I love your encouragement! I love you.
DeleteI love this! What a sweet little letter :) And yes...haven't the stars been amazing?
ReplyDelete~Julia
Julia,
DeleteWhen I see all those stars I can't help but marvel at the thought that God placed each one its place. WOW!
Enjoy this last little smidge of summer. I hope your aren't smoked out by the fires!
Hugs, Carol