she strokes the threadbare honeymoon housecoat ah, those days!
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I'm a wife, mom & grandma, homemaker, avid reader, blogger, and nature lover enjoying country living. I write short stories, poems, and share life experiences, adding a dash of humor whenever I can.
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Since my honeymoon was over 51 years ago and we’ve moved a dozen times since, there isn’t much left of mementos. A few old letters, an invitation. 🙂
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Fond memories… 🙂
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I can sense her smile!
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Oh good. 🙂
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Comfort in old clothes…
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Yes — and old memories.
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Indeed.
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❤
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For me there are no honeymoon clothes, but there is a pair of over-the-knee wool socks from my earliest days of X-country skiing. ❤
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Whatever works. 🙂
Since my honeymoon was over 51 years ago and we’ve moved a dozen times since, there isn’t much left of mementos. A few old letters, an invitation. 🙂
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and a marriage. ❤
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