to me....
i see many days ending in this place of mine. we just need one more for the kids. childhood wouldn't be complete without something like this scrubbing the dirt away....
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mr. + mrs. mac
grayce
easton
ella
rowan
- i'm h.mac
- mother. wife. LDS. my spot to write about the thick of thin things.
mr. + mrs. mac
grayce
easton
ella
rowan
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- anyone else..
- okay, okay....
- the unrecognizable truth..
- the kimchi that got away
- {love letters from h.mac}
- sold...
- the knowledge......
- my internal indifference...
- removal on hold..
- holes of happiness
- meet our own nanny mcphee
- my little chef..
- when life gives you lemons....
- the root of all evil...
- how did i miss it?
- and the winner is....
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2 comments:
Beautiful! Just Beautiful!
Jed, the guy renovating the old Methodist church next to us, has a collection of tubs in his basement. He told me he needs all the ones he has but he plans on acquiring some in the future that will be for sale. I'll let you know when I hear from him.
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