If you did a paint-by-number portrait of me, you would need brown for my eyes, hair, and freckles, and probably red for my shirt. I chuckle when I'm happy, sad, scared, and when I'm nervous (which has caused more than one misunderstanding). And if that isn't confusing enough, my laughter is usually accompanied by tears (a trait I inherited from my grandmother). I love people, especially my family. I love my life and I love God. I write for myself, to remember, but I also hope that something I say may help someone else.
I pray for my sister as she searches for a new place to plant.
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