A Cup of Coffee with My Daughter
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I will be walking the Boston 3-Day the last weekend in July in honor of Gregg's mom, Ryta Gail, who died from breast cancer when he was a little boy.
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I had a Disney’s Grumpy Dwarf cup that my sister sent to me. She also had one. It made me feel close to her to drink out of it every day knowing that she was drinking out of hers. It chipped and so it is relegated to my 2nd go to cup. I now drink out of a “Sisters” cup she sent to me to replace my Grumpy one.
It’s good to know that I’m not the only one who has emotional ties to their coffee cup. :)
what a wonderful way to always think of her!
How sweet! I remember some slippers my dh got me one CHRISTmas that were truly clown slippers. They were orange and purple, 2 sizes too big, but I wore them for years. They kept my feet warm!
So sweet! I love it! Some treasures are treasures for no other reason than the blessings they bring to mind…