I didn't know the truth about my parent's marriage for a long time. When I was a child, all I knew was the fairytale, complete with true love and a happily ever after.
My mom grew up in Michigan. The oldest of eight kids in a very Catholic household, her father died when she was just 12 years old. One summer afternoon, as they sat watching
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Thinking of you as you're thinking on this. You know I get it. ;o)
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She does adore fresh grapes though - oddly enough, she and my mom have made a little song up about them together!!
"Some grapes are tart, some grapes are sweet, but grapes are always good to eat!"
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It was after we sort of discussed this that I realized what I wanted to write about this week!
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great entry.
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