I also have loving memories of Sunday dinners after coming home from church. That chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy were even more delicious because they were made by 'mom' and the table was surrounded by the rest of the family. Ahhhhh, those were the days. Thank you for bringing back such a beautiful memory.
It is so special to come home to the smells of Sunday dinner (or any day's dinner, for that matter.)
The Eskimo dog adds a clever touch to this chilly-day poem.
Connie
Remembering the special times of gathering and sharing,
Susan, we've lost many of them and are the poorer for it.
Lovely warm meals and lovely thought.
Thanks Dick
Donna
The Eskimo dog adds a clever touch to this chilly-day poem.
Connie
Be well,
Christine
Susan, we've lost many of them and are the poorer for it.
Lovely warm meals and lovely thought.
John