"The Sticky Stuff"...

That's Me!!
I died laughing when I read what Caleb had wrote...
"she is the sticky stuff that holds us together"
I enjoyed his post and I loved your comments!!

Thanks to all of you for your sweet comments.
Very unexpected and VERY encouraging!!

I had a lovely birthday. How could I not? I was treated like a queen!
I ask you, "What's not to love about that?".


I love poems. I can't write them. (It must be lack of brain cells or something) BUT, I am surrounded with people that can! AND I love it when they write poems to me. I just have to share this one with you from my older brother...

To My Sister

A house-full of children and friends

She’d have it no other way

Lots of energy and smiles

We call her Ashtray Gay 

Early to rise in the morning

She does her best to stay fit

The rest of the day she’s running

In her there is no quit 

Arenas and barns and saddles

A girl who enjoys her horses

Known to sneak ice cream from the freezer

I can’t reveal my sources 

Her hubby loves her

On him she is sold

I give her a thumbs up

?? really isn’t that old 

I hope her day was great

Today ice cream is legal

Her brother sends his love and advice

When plowing beware of the eagle! 

Love,

Paul

Thanks again for your comments, emails, phone calls, cards, fb messages and poems!
Ya'll are awesome!!