Category: Willows, Memories from Back Home
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The Story of Family
The history of my family started back before any of us were born, back before history was recorded, before ink and pen, somewhere amongst a woman's arms and a man's kiss, somewhere in the middle of a heart…
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A Circle of Love
When Chelsea tried on the first of many wedding dresses, my mom asked her granddaughters, (my nieces and Chelsea's first cousins) to hold hands ans circle her in love. I felt a tradition was born in that moment. …
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Home, Family and Heart
We are in Willows, back to the nest. Yann, Sacha, Chelsea, Martin and I. The fire is burning, the cookies are being made, the motorcycles are going around and around, the children are in and out of…
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Getting Ready to Say Goodbye
Leaving is never easy. It is a fact that I cannot change no matter how many times I say goodbye. It is what it is. I am fortunate to be able to come as often as I do, and…