tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208205461178790332.post7836560557537030680..comments2023-10-02T03:46:15.094-07:00Comments on Welcoming Opposites: You're never too old to changelaurachttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652570490745354678noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208205461178790332.post-43866257172015648232013-02-13T14:01:16.337-08:002013-02-13T14:01:16.337-08:00Lovely -- both words and photo.
The trauma of my...Lovely -- both words and photo. <br /><br />The trauma of my mother's childhood was having a crush on (gasp) a Catholic boy. When they got serious enough that he walked her home from school, carrying her books, my grandma put an end to it. No more walking with Catholics, not ever again. My mom obeyed and married a lovely Lutheran boy. <br /><br />Many, many moons later, after 20 years as a lonely widow, my grandma hooked up with a Catholic boy. He brought so much joy to her, and it was lovely to see the blushing schoolgirl in grandma. TLChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13691234121272568789noreply@blogger.com