tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post7629112767525738104..comments2023-07-30T03:07:15.880-07:00Comments on Yet Another Day in Paradise...: Personal Viewpoints!Jormengrundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11513869926202626970noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-46855605848890984372009-01-26T11:06:00.000-08:002009-01-26T11:06:00.000-08:00the smell of salon selectives, reminds of schnapps...the smell of salon selectives, reminds of schnapps in hairspray bottles from my school days, loljust a girl...https://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-78745532130226084812009-01-23T13:30:00.000-08:002009-01-23T13:30:00.000-08:00I loved reading that so much! You may be no "words...I loved reading that so much! You may be no "wordsmith" as you called it but you get it: life.<BR/><BR/>I always loved the smell of a freshly bathed newborn baby, slather with baby lotion. To me, that smell let me know that life was still beginning and going on in my house.<BR/>The sound of my husband breathing and sometimes snoring at night, beside me in bed, reminds me that I'm loved and safe.<BR/>And nothing beats the laughter of my kids telling me that happiness still exists and the snuggle of an uncertain little girl who's worried about a spelling test or starting a new year in school.<BR/>It's all life. I love it.Tracy Rambles On And Onhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16928404796336909746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-64303110968997723342009-01-22T15:51:00.000-08:002009-01-22T15:51:00.000-08:00That was very nicely written. My day is made byhea...That was very nicely written. My day is made by<BR/>hearing the song that makes my heart beat faster, seeing the smile of the one I love.HLBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13898226961996095284noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-70390186792797891552009-01-22T13:11:00.000-08:002009-01-22T13:11:00.000-08:00The smell of Play Doh....really...The smell of Play Doh....really...Bradhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11311277570019419660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-54221021683589651152009-01-22T09:49:00.000-08:002009-01-22T09:49:00.000-08:00You painted a perfect picture of contentment.Beaut...You painted a perfect picture of contentment.Beautiful,just beautiful!!Thinkinfyouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02551329486113673201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-5717764478044483272009-01-22T09:01:00.000-08:002009-01-22T09:01:00.000-08:00very spiff! You do just fine with your words.very spiff! You do just fine with your words.PinkPiddyPawshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10985169159719620130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809056340517838488.post-4610508539879351152009-01-22T08:52:00.000-08:002009-01-22T08:52:00.000-08:00jormengrund...your words paint a beautiful image! ...jormengrund...your words paint a beautiful image! Nicely done.<BR/>As I wait anxiously in the airport to greet my son; the clock ticks slower, as my heart beats faster. I look up... my eyes meet the eyes of this man, my baby. Nine years of this scene, MomTears always roll... as they did the moment I met him for the very first time. Each time I see my son, it is as beautiful as the moment he was born. <BR/><BR/>AMAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10433907044785046226noreply@blogger.com