Love takes many forms
Deb I remember your dad's dairy farm on Petaluma Hill Road. I have memories like that with my dad on his John Deere tractor loading hay for our horses, lifting my sister and I up to pick apples in Sebastopol.. Thanks for the memories.
Thank you, Debbie. Such a sweet story. If that was your worst one, you're doing just fine. 🙂
Such a lovely essay. Thank you, Deb!
omg. what a good and loving deed was your little lie
Deb I remember your dad's dairy farm on Petaluma Hill Road. I have memories like that with my dad on his John Deere tractor loading hay for our horses, lifting my sister and I up to pick apples in Sebastopol.. Thanks for the memories.
Thank you, Debbie. Such a sweet story. If that was your worst one, you're doing just fine. 🙂
Such a lovely essay. Thank you, Deb!
omg. what a good and loving deed was your little lie