
Her and my brother divorced a long time ago, but we have stayed closer to her than with my brother, go figure. She is more like a sister to me than an in-law. I'm very fortunate that way with sisters-in-law. I count my blessings. She has two lovely children, Shaun and Kelly. Kelly is my niece who just had her third child, another boy (now two boys and a girl). Shaun is yet to have any. We're still waiting!!


For all the blessings life has brought,
For all its sorrowing hours have taught,
For all we mourn, for all we keep,
The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep,
We thank Thee, Father: let Thy grace
Our loving circle still embrace,
Thy mercy shed its heavenly store,
Thy peace be with us evermore.
For all its sorrowing hours have taught,
For all we mourn, for all we keep,
The hands we clasp, the loved that sleep,
We thank Thee, Father: let Thy grace
Our loving circle still embrace,
Thy mercy shed its heavenly store,
Thy peace be with us evermore.



These are the years, the gentle years,
the soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers
reach and touch
and little eyes gaze
with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly
and so so much,
these are the gentle years.
These are the years, the rainbow years,
the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,
the years of laughter and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch with misty eyes
the tiny beds where the cherubs lie,
these are the rainbow years.
These are the years, the tender years,
the blissful, sweet-surrender years,
when your little treasures
from above are the souls and purpose
and center of
your plans and dreams
and dearest love,
these are the tender years.
the soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers
reach and touch
and little eyes gaze
with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly
and so so much,
these are the gentle years.
These are the years, the rainbow years,
the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,
the years of laughter and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch with misty eyes
the tiny beds where the cherubs lie,
these are the rainbow years.
These are the years, the tender years,
the blissful, sweet-surrender years,
when your little treasures
from above are the souls and purpose
and center of
your plans and dreams
and dearest love,
these are the tender years.



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs,
and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs,
and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,
I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
--Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I'm so happy MJ likes them! Like I said, it was a joy doing them for her. She is a fundamental part of our family; and we all love her very, very much!! I hope she knows that. (She does now!)
5 comments:
My dearest sister-in-law Rosa:
My eyes are still filled with tears of joy from the lovely trio of hat boxes that I received yesterday. I can't even begin to express how very much they mean to me. I know in my heart that you are a "sister" to me and I am truly blessed to have you in my life. Yes, I have been through alot through the years as a single Mom, but the rewards at the end of the road were my beautiful children and grandchildren....and most of all my having you as a "sister" in my life.
I wish that all of you that visit this site could see my lovely trio of boxes in person....they are absolutely breathtaking. I especially love all of the wonderful paper and butterflies that were used from London...how very special. I only wish that someday I could be as creative as my dear Rosa.
Again Rosa, you have truly outdone yourself and I shall be forever grateful and treasure my boxes for eternity.
Love,
MJ
you are so talented and such a good friend!
A special gift from your heart. These are lovely Rosa! Each one is special on the inside too...just like you!
Heart-felt thanks to everyone for your kind words (especially MJ).
they are delightful, Rosa! I love them
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