once upon a time
. . . we received homemade baked goods from our dear friends, dressed little girls in
flouncy bows, sat out on the porch for hours, loved only one special stuffed toy, and sent handwritten notes . . . I may not write a note as often as I'd like, and I sit by a firepit instead of on a porch, but it is nice to see bits of days gone by in my daily life.
*thank you, Candy, the zucchini bread was delicious!*