tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post2660241578258781518..comments2023-10-25T06:26:19.689-07:00Comments on Porch Stories: Perspectivemartihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02893821778233129286noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-52159234184128587372008-06-25T14:38:00.000-07:002008-06-25T14:38:00.000-07:00That's a good one. Sometimes...it's bette...That's a good one. Sometimes...it's better not to scream & yell at them, just let them know how much we love them. LindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-4626658773207043492008-06-25T14:40:00.000-07:002008-06-25T14:40:00.000-07:00Ohhh this is a lump in the throat strory. PaulaOhhh this is a lump in the throat strory. PaulaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-83345046442470911332008-06-25T14:52:00.000-07:002008-06-25T14:52:00.000-07:00I love, love, love that story. No more words for ...I love, love, love that story. No more words for that one!<br>TraciAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-21544920530683005362008-06-25T16:53:00.000-07:002008-06-25T16:53:00.000-07:00that was great I loved this entry hugsSherrythat was great I loved this entry <br>hugs<br>Sherry<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-69050794843824428412008-06-25T18:42:00.000-07:002008-06-25T18:42:00.000-07:00what a quick change of thoughts and emotions for y...what a quick change of thoughts and emotions for you on that day! And I'm so glad you left the postcript... Being a mom is often defined by those wrinkles the kids bring upon us... why would anyone want to erase them (the wrinkles, that is) in their later years? They're our badges and medals of honor! ... yeah, right, spoken like someone who had only one kid! <grin> bea<br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-79562737438758703232008-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:002008-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:00wow what a story, it's funny how things change so ...wow what a story, it's funny how things change so fast. Happy your daughter never skipped school again.<br><br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-59275469948544750382008-06-25T22:59:00.000-07:002008-06-25T22:59:00.000-07:00what a beautiful story Marty!:)btw thanks for bein...what a beautiful story Marty!:)<br>btw thanks for being a great friend to me here! And thanks for commenting in my journal!<br>love,natalieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-13312743920908236642008-06-26T09:33:00.000-07:002008-06-26T09:33:00.000-07:00I have that same wrinkle and mine is only seven. W...I have that same wrinkle and mine is only seven. What a great story with a wonderful ending. Hope all is well with you and yours and that your enjoying your Everyday! Take care of you my friend,<br>Katie<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-26520361966570781402008-06-28T10:35:00.000-07:002008-06-28T10:35:00.000-07:00It's strange how something like this can change yo...It's strange how something like this can change your perspective in mere moments. Mine definitely changed with my daughter the day she had her car accident and flipped the car a couple of times. I quit smoking that day and my relationship with her has become the strongest it's ever been. Thanks for posting the post script so we knew what happened to the young lady. (Hugs)Indigo<br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-16801875100588044102008-07-02T11:45:00.000-07:002008-07-02T11:45:00.000-07:00you know Marti this entry even means more the seco...you know Marti this entry even means more the second time I read it!<br>love and hugs, xxooxooo<br>natalieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1972433077600497076.post-36921856598164550182008-07-05T22:58:00.000-07:002008-07-05T22:58:00.000-07:00 Okay, I have goosebumps. It's funny. Jon r... Okay, I have goosebumps. It's funny. Jon reminded me how nice it is to hear how someone loves you now and then. After he said it to me one day on his way to work, I had to think about it. I made a point afterwards to say it to the other two. There's been a different attitude around here lately. <br>Jude<br>http://journals.aol.com/jmorancoyle/MyWayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com