Friday, September 26, 2008

Friday's Child


Here she is...the birthday girl with her cousin, the bride. She's filled our lives with joy from the moment of her birth on a sunny Friday morning in a small jungle town in South America. And like the nursery rhyme...she is loving and giving. Happy, happy birthday sweetheart!

Monday's child is fair of face
Tuesday's child is full of grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving
Saturday's child works hard for a living
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe and gay.
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2 comments:

  1. Barb7:59 AM

    Hi Lorrie,

    Thank you for stopping by with a warm welcome back. Lovely picture of your daughter with her cousin. Beautiful ladies!

    It is still hot here-100 today. I am conjuring up Fall in my mind-hehe.

    many hugs,
    Barb

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  2. Kathy10:45 PM

    What beautiful, lovely girls - both bride and the birthday girl! Thank you for stopping by Mimi's Garden for a visit today. I've enjoyed my visit around your blog as well and plan to come back!
    Kathy

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Thank you for your comment. I read and value each one, cherishing the connections we can make although far apart. Usually, I visit your blog in return, although if you ask a question I try to contact you directly.

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