
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MIKE AND NINA!
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credits: Summer Wedding QP by Linda

"Barb is a VERY talented designer who follows her passion and LOVES life! Barb is also a FAMOUS Italian designer aka Olivia Dorazio over at Sophia Sarducci's who has recently created some GORGEOUS paper bag pins for us to sport on our blogs declaring our heritage. Thus far, you will find Canada, Ireland and the USA!!! You will see mine located on my sidebar! Thanks Barb!"
THANK YOU, Linda, I'm BLUSHING, I'm honored, and I will try, but cannot promise to "award-forward" when I'm able. Just so durn busy!
It's our Sister's Anniversary - seems just yesterday you pledged your hearts to one another. Our wish for you is for an extra special celebration of this the promise you made to each other on this day, those years ago. I'm praying your bond, which excludes all others, has made your lives together richer. The promise you will choose the same path to travel, forever. There's something so noble and majestic in the simplicity of submitting to each other, completely. May God bless your continuing years together.
My Sister in Law Judy also has a GORGEOUS card (using one of KIMB's QP's) on her blog to celebrate as well. Just click HERE.
Wherever you live, I will live.
Your people will be my people,
And your God will be my God.
Ruth 1:6
When I behold how some pursue
Fame, that is Care's embodiment
Or fortune, who's false face looks true,
- An humble home with sweet content
Is all I ask for me and you.
As humble home, where pigeons coo,
Whose path leads under breezy lines
Of frosty-berried cedars to
A gate, one mass of trumpet-vines,
Is all I ask for me and you.
A garden, which all summer through,
The roses old make redolent,
And morning-glories, gay of hue,
And tansy, with its homely scent,
Is all I ask for me and you.
An orchard, that the pippins strew,
From whose bruised gold the juices spring;
A vineyard, where the grapes hang blue,
Wine-big and ripe for the vintaging,
Is all I ask for me and you.
A lane that leads to some far view
Of forest or of fallow-land,
Bloomed o'er with rose and meadow-rue,
Each with a bee in its hot hand,
Is all I ask for me and you.
At morn, a pathway deep with dew;
And birds to vary time and tune;
At eve, a sunset avenue,
And whippoorwills that haunt the moon,
Is all I ask for me and you.
Dear heart, with wants so small and few,
And faith, that's better far than gold,
A lowly friend, a child or two,
To care for us when we are old,
Is all I ask for me and you.



























