tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500449681227836957.post4689599033577889740..comments2023-03-07T01:24:24.035-08:00Comments on Table for Two: The end of babyhood...Snarkmeisterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16918549239684109762noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500449681227836957.post-12195904959645419672005-10-15T07:10:00.000-07:002005-10-15T07:10:00.000-07:00WHAT?!?YOU SOLD THE GLIDER THAT I (YOUR BEAUTIFUL,...WHAT?!?YOU SOLD THE GLIDER THAT I <br>(YOUR BEAUTIFUL, AWESOME MOTHER) BOUGHT FOR YOU WHEN RYAN WAS BORN!!!HOW COULD YOU? APPARENTLY YOU DO NOT HOLD ON TO SENTIMENTAL MEMORIES AS LONG AS I DO--I STILL<br>HAVE THE ROCKING CHAIR THAT YOUR GRAMMA BOUGHT FOR ME WHEN YOU WERE BORN!!!REMIND ME SOMEDAY TO TELL YOU WHY I STILL HOLD ON TO IT--A VERY LONG STORY. AS FOR GRAMMA WRITING A BOOK--WELL--HMM-your momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144065759767334922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2500449681227836957.post-46651163643082172212005-10-14T09:58:00.000-07:002005-10-14T09:58:00.000-07:00Hi there,matriarch of the grandkids! Tis indded ...Hi there,matriarch of the grandkids! Tis indded hard to part with the sweet mementos of our babes,when they were babes...The memories will not go out with the rocking chair, as you've already learned. Of such memories are our histories made, n'est-ce pas? I could(some say I should) write a huge book about all of you, from your Mom on to the little ones nesting within Missy...But, Grammahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11824695488723786714noreply@blogger.com