<p>I miss riding... even if riding means sitting squished in the back seat amongst the stinky boys!</p>

I miss riding... even if riding means sitting squished in the back seat amongst the stinky boys!

Driving

I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope I captured the memories of the journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor.  The faith. The hope.

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Christianity

I was a 29 year old mother of three who had spent eleven years with my love. I was widowed. This diary begins five years after his death. I hope I captured the memories of the journey. The lessons. The joy. The sadness. The humor. The faith. The hope.

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