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[windsea]

Three weeks until Christmas, another year almost gone. My children grow into autonomous people. We try to respect each other, and by and large, we succeed. My parents age, my mother at 85 finally letting her hair go white, my father wincing whenever he rises from a chair

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[therealjae]

Oh, you. *squeeze*

I wish frequently that we were local to each other. This morning I'm wishing that especially much.

-J

[windsea]

As do I, chèrie, as do I ...

[going_not_gone]

*hugs*

Hey, my mother's still young! practically a teenager! getting married to #3 in January!! So trust me, it could be worse. :-)

I send you love and hugs and a cup of really wonderful cocoa, and promises of long summer sunsets on the front porch of a cabin in NS, drinking wine and laughing in the twilight, to look forward to.

[windsea]

*hugs*. I really should bundle up and take Calypso for a walk. I really should ...