recap round three

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Sometimes you just need an excuse to dress up and watch a movie! Last June (2012), after my near fatal bout with influenza, I had been mostly bedridden for three months. I was making good headway toward more frequent walks beyond the front door. Even driving around being a part time nanny! (Although I still had to sleep the entire time the kids were in school to have any kind of energy and that didn't always work). So, I took a break from my sorrows and spent six hours of bliss, with tea, snacks and good fellowship. 
These two extraordinary women with me in the photograph hosted a themed Pride & Prejudice viewing party that we all dressed up for. My own dear Junia Leigh (one of the besties) and her beautiful mother, whom I call Marmie. They are both stunning examples of strength, perseverance, gentleness, ingenuity and womanhood in general! With my sweet sister Junia, the kindest soul I know, and her fearless honesty by my side. Then beautiful Marmie with her wisdom and passionate vision raising 13 kids to inspire me. I am blessed beyond words for these eight years with them! They are daily proof that God does extraordinary things! I am so glad Junia and I had the same...challenging English professor at Solano Community College. 

At times, the most simple things do the most Good

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