S-weeeeeet! I smiled from coast to coast, through the desert too, with a enough morning dew in the old eyes to wet a wombat, and an acorn for an Adam’s apple. Felt as fuzzy as a young lamb in an electrical rain storm. That one’s perfect, like all the rest, and a lucky little fella indeed! Gosh damn! Maybe we could hook up sometime, share some hash browns and whatnot, if you’re ever in Arkansas, just slightly southwest of Arkadelphia, on the I-40 West. Ask Big Flo or anyone at Bubba’s All-Night Truck Stop and Family Store. They all know me (or wish they did – ha!) and can point you right. Darling, don’t you never stop writing these little miracles, y’hear?

Hoggy “Hog Wild” McDougall
1968 Log lifting champion of Calhoun County
AND
Your biggest fan south of Scranton
Gum Springs, Arkansas

love this so much.

I absolutely love these words! They would be great hangingbeing framed

Lovely words and lovely images

Your words resonated so deep in my heart.
My daughter was my center when she was small (she still occupies a large part of my center), and so many of my special memories of our times together have already faded from her world.

Cherish every moment. They really do grow up fast.

Samantha, I love how you share the pieces of your life so vividly through your words.

Your words gave a name to what I do with my grandchildren. This is so precious. Thank you. Sally