My daughter just called and it felt so good. We talked about the purple flowers she and a friend arranged for a wedding this past weekend and smoky plum eyeliner. She said the smoky plum would look good with brown eyes.
It feels so good to hear from your children and to hear their voices. There really are voice prints. You can recognize your child’s voice and even their cries, when they are little. When they are older too, you may hear two or three other voices coming from the same place over the phone or something, but you’ll know which one is your son or daughter.
You can always hear the voice of love. You can pick it out, from all the others.
Isn’t that amazing, how you can tell your child’s voice, no matter how much older they get—or how much older you get? Isn’t it wonderful? I just love to hear their voices.
Hearing from my daughter has been the highlight of my day.
Earlier, I saw a snowball shrub and a tropical-looking plant with red sharp blooms.
It’s cold and rainy outside, so the heat is on and I’m wearing a warm black turtleneck and jean jacket, which I bought at the Salvation Army store for about one or two dollars about two years ago. Time flies.
The morning didn’t start out so great, but now it’s after six o’clock and things are calming down and my daughter called. Hearing about smoky plum eyeliner felt so good. It wouldn’t matter what she said:)
- Go plush with plum! (plushdecorltd.wordpress.com)
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- Smoky Mountain High (motortrend.com)