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05/11/2025 08:11:20
“May your morning be filled with hope
and your day with blessing.”

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Enjoy a relaxing Sunday
My Dear Friend

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Lots of Love!


05/11/2025 06:50:49

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Wishing everyone a lovely Sunday. l am having probs with my internet connection at the moment so l hope you all get this greeting.



05/11/2025 04:34:36


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05/11/2025 02:17:54

Enjoy your weekend , sweet Friend!


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05/11/2025 01:58:47

Good morning:  Have a wonderful Sunday! Enjoy your Sunday. Hugs and kisses.












05/11/2025 01:51:14

I hope your day is as BRIGHT as your SMILE.

   Good Morning! Today is a good day

Don't start your day with the broken pieces

of yesterday. Every morning we wake

up is the FIRST DAY of the rest

 of our life.Great Attitude is a perfect

cup of coffee. Don't start your day

with it,Never stop believing in HOPE because 

Miracles happen every have a great

day kisses,maria take care



Happy Mother's Day here was
the first Sunday in May


















05/11/2025 00:53:02

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05/10/2025 22:50:42

WISHING YOU A VERY HAPPY AND BLESSED MOTHERS’S DAY
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05/10/2025 20:03:07

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05/10/2025 18:32:04

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No one can make me
Jealous over a seat I had first.

You wouldn't be sitting
there if I didn't get up...



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05/10/2025 18:17:59

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05/10/2025 18:10:09










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05/10/2025 17:21:31


**HAVE A GLORIOUS SUNDAY & NEW WEEK**


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05/10/2025 14:36:30

See you tomorrow;-)



05/10/2025 14:14:10





HAPPY MOTHER DAY ...



“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.














"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.

"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"

Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.

"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.

When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"

God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."

"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."

"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."

"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.




Somebody's Mother


The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of a winter's day;
The streets were white with a recent snow,
And the woman's feet with age were slow.

At the crowded crossing she waited long,
Jostled aside by the careless throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,'
Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep;
Past the woman, so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way.

None offered a helping hand to her,
So weak and timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet
Should trample her down in the slippery street.

At last came out a merry troop
The gayest boy of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so without hurt or harm
he guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were young and strong;
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged, and poor and slow;
And some one, some time, may lend a hand
To help my mother- you understand?-
If ever she's old and poor and gray,
And her own dear boy so far away.'

'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy,
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.


Mary Dow Brine






In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.


On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.












05/10/2025 14:14:08





HAPPY MOTHER DAY ...



“A mother’s wisdom is a sacred gift, passed down through generations.














"Why are you crying?" a little boy asked his Mother.

"Because I'm a Mother," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said.

His mom just hugged him tightly and said, "You never will!"

Later the boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.

"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his Dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God.

When he got God on the phone the man asked, "God, why do mothers cry so easily?"

God said, "You see, when I made mothers, they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children."

"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining."

"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better, and helps them share a teenagers anxieties and fears."

"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind.




Somebody's Mother


The woman was old and ragged and gray,
And bent with the chill of a winter's day;
The streets were white with a recent snow,
And the woman's feet with age were slow.

At the crowded crossing she waited long,
Jostled aside by the careless throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Unheeding the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of 'school let out,'
Come happy boys, like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep;
Past the woman, so old and gray,
Hastened the children on their way.

None offered a helping hand to her,
So weak and timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses feet
Should trample her down in the slippery street.

At last came out a merry troop
The gayest boy of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
'I'll help you cross, if you wish to go.'

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so without hurt or harm
he guided the trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were young and strong;
Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.

'She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged, and poor and slow;
And some one, some time, may lend a hand
To help my mother- you understand?-
If ever she's old and poor and gray,
And her own dear boy so far away.'

'Somebody's mother' bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was: 'God be kind to that noble boy,
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy.


Mary Dow Brine






In Native American cultures, mothers are regarded as the keepers of ancestral knowledge. They pass down their wisdom, traditions, and values to ensure the preservation of their heritage.


On this Mother’s Day, let us honor and cherish the Mothers in our lives. Their love, strength, and wisdom are priceless gifts that deserve our gratitude and respect.












05/10/2025 13:59:09

Happy Jukebox Saturday, buddy:)


❤ Mom & Me



05/10/2025 13:00:03



05/10/2025 11:49:45






Happy weekend, my dear friend..

HUGSSSSSSSS
Babs



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