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Love Reunited

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYkTPyoeJgCiqHUsuQWxMEuTKjciCQ_BHBz4AUhBpTsYWZ1SZk7SE4Xr1KXBGK8QzOxbrRTASLvxzmDw8xQAp2QN_b_KKhwO7j1Fj5PE-j59nS3xl7GgFHn0FnvrDf7IH8UEJfFJuWqI/s1600/13898053242903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYkTPyoeJgCiqHUsuQWxMEuTKjciCQ_BHBz4AUhBpTsYWZ1SZk7SE4Xr1KXBGK8QzOxbrRTASLvxzmDw8xQAp2QN_b_KKhwO7j1Fj5PE-j59nS3xl7GgFHn0FnvrDf7IH8UEJfFJuWqI/s640/13898053242903.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><span class="userContent"><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" id="id_52d6bff1b47233170745396" style="text-align: center;"><em>I had recently received word from my Cousins that their Dear Mom had Crossed Over from Time into Eternity.  My Aunt was a Lovely Person inside and out, the Wife of my Dad's Big Brother.   It makes me realize how few of the Elders are left no<span class="text_exposed_show">w... and how very much they will be missed.   I am so Happy that my Cousins Shared this Beautiful Image of their Parents, one I didn't previously have and probably one of the last taken of them Together this side of Time and Eternity, before my Dad's Brother Passed many Years ago.   It Comforts me to know that they are now Together again on the other side.  </span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKcYhTmOV2-z5l62A0OErxAWS9grLh-ZgxN36NKwIazNd9u4wUhdo5vSrIn5WZiiKNVVan25kgFJA0tDMZvtub8FbYXe35vWkPgDYFVkkGtEh7Ngh2lz-21r0SnVPDvLaclbbe43aF14/s1600/120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRKcYhTmOV2-z5l62A0OErxAWS9grLh-ZgxN36NKwIazNd9u4wUhdo5vSrIn5WZiiKNVVan25kgFJA0tDMZvtub8FbYXe35vWkPgDYFVkkGtEh7Ngh2lz-21r0SnVPDvLaclbbe43aF14/s640/120.JPG" width="574" /></a></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show">So many fond Memories of them both from my earliest Memories of them through to Adulthood Memories of them... and I'm Grateful for how their Generation so Greatly Influenced mine.  </span></em></div><div class="text_exposed_root text_exposed" style="text-align: center;"><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em><em><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></em> </div> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitk1i0qFKdpRemfEWLzSH8Q2x4Iuq6WGhiaiN0yyMp3u2YYgAlP5jM_gPJrrwDZM1RXc92iWe5BNe9149GunWVkgZELqsuMaVs54G3qDUpxrUgqdc5x0sJI_DUV0Zu9vhZY8EtGLBwv3w/s1600/1458615_651772361542343_1464522159_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="614" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitk1i0qFKdpRemfEWLzSH8Q2x4Iuq6WGhiaiN0yyMp3u2YYgAlP5jM_gPJrrwDZM1RXc92iWe5BNe9149GunWVkgZELqsuMaVs54G3qDUpxrUgqdc5x0sJI_DUV0Zu9vhZY8EtGLBwv3w/s640/1458615_651772361542343_1464522159_n.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And I'm especially Grateful for the times when several Generations were able to get Together under one roof.  It wasn't nearly often enough to have three or more Generations in one place at one time before the window of opportunity passed and the Elders went on from Time into Eternity.  But given the Nomadic Lifestyles we all had I suppose it was nothing short of Miraculous that we could manage it every so often!   This is me with my Dad's Big Brother and my Paternal Gramma... three Generations... I only Wish Gramma had Lived long enough to see the Great-Grandchildren that we gave her and that our Children could have known her. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Z8iy5trekWoch57tuzN063hmSb5Z24pogKhBsYaY-GS7cV6FJqQvP6NLQBWcRDtzkv5Oe5kJ2HrxmDxT1HRNaVJEu7YT9nnu5rtzyyJYlGmBM-WyBAnxMP1EzDdevfDFQl8qWoYxrR4/s1600/111043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Z8iy5trekWoch57tuzN063hmSb5Z24pogKhBsYaY-GS7cV6FJqQvP6NLQBWcRDtzkv5Oe5kJ2HrxmDxT1HRNaVJEu7YT9nnu5rtzyyJYlGmBM-WyBAnxMP1EzDdevfDFQl8qWoYxrR4/s640/111043.JPG" width="632" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>We will indeed Miss You too Aunt Dee, but I know how Delighted you must now be to be Reunited with your Great Love, my Uncle Dwight.  We'll see you all again on the Other Side some day.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Love... Your Niece Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div></div>

Love Reunited

I had recently received word from my Cousins that their Dear Mom had Crossed Over from Time into Eternity. My Aunt was a Lovely Person insi...

10:20 AM

Great-Grandbaby Love

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Great-Grandbaby Love

The newest Princess... our first Great-Grand-Daughter... with Beautiful Dark Eyes as big as saucers! Blessings from the Arizona Desert.....

10:00 PM

A King And A Princess

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A King And A Princess

Watching Princess T and Yul interacting always lends itself to Precious Kodak Moments... the Bond they Share needs no Words and is an unspok...

9:20 PM

Happy Father's Day To All The Dads!

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwWSWJhPZvyNBz89Rtlvn3ouKWfuqXlJ1-eUZLVsDXEEsizQCgPufokVbiTOAg3qaB9k4tGj256LNjXrYxU9JlYWLZOzfz12DmaAQ3h6uJ3Cy3kD6Xr5iRRTR2R3mqm3fwQDwP5r7xZT3/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwWSWJhPZvyNBz89Rtlvn3ouKWfuqXlJ1-eUZLVsDXEEsizQCgPufokVbiTOAg3qaB9k4tGj256LNjXrYxU9JlYWLZOzfz12DmaAQ3h6uJ3Cy3kD6Xr5iRRTR2R3mqm3fwQDwP5r7xZT3/s640/051.JPG" width="592" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Father's Day has been bittersweet to me ever since my Dad passed many years ago... because I still Miss him terribly every day.  And so on Father's Day particularly there is that Void nobody else can fill.   And I can't even Imagine what Father's Day must be like if someone has never had a Dad Present in their Lives, or a Good Relationship with their Father, because I had an Excellent one who I was Blessed to have in my Life with a Close Relationship until a ripe Old Age.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tDq7R1u8IwsAIQ63pqQcWD6iFcOA70eVDepNCFaFX9cwIpIRub4EG5cBTzOhsjFZg6eYRnlOcSMZdbKtK_f7jmHe0e9mIfO6ONClrnKVxB2c-bw8fkWu3F-T_5fWN9GW7TeUJebPoTLx/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0tDq7R1u8IwsAIQ63pqQcWD6iFcOA70eVDepNCFaFX9cwIpIRub4EG5cBTzOhsjFZg6eYRnlOcSMZdbKtK_f7jmHe0e9mIfO6ONClrnKVxB2c-bw8fkWu3F-T_5fWN9GW7TeUJebPoTLx/s640/003.JPG" width="626" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I try to make Father's Day Special for The Man too because he is an Excellent Dad and Grandfather... and in Truth he's Fathering the G-Kid Force in absence of them being able to Live with and be Raised by their own Dads.  Even though this has been their Norm since Birth due to particular Circumstance that makes it the best situation for these two it has often been hard for them.  Because they do have Relationship with and Thankfully have Loving Dads that just can't be Present to Raise them.  However they do also know they have Siblings that do have the Dads Full Time because they are being Raised by them... and so the separation and dichotomy can still be difficult for these two... and thus, Father's Day can be bittersweet for them also. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBXa_3iByvNMntst3uMXv3x4bWsiziuiZTuhdM3ks-K6u8snOs_IyWWfLV7wHhWVp410EkdGWiYn5doATggREZhjy1NPZFrar1mT1BYdK9QMCAxCASSngRzGol4qsMpP09dPVf7XOerWX/s1600/360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="582" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJBXa_3iByvNMntst3uMXv3x4bWsiziuiZTuhdM3ks-K6u8snOs_IyWWfLV7wHhWVp410EkdGWiYn5doATggREZhjy1NPZFrar1mT1BYdK9QMCAxCASSngRzGol4qsMpP09dPVf7XOerWX/s640/360.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I am Thankful that the Young Prince's Dad has always made it a point to be Present in his Son's Life as often as possible and lives Locally so that they could build a Relationship.  Even though the Relationship with our Daughter ended before their Child was even born and both Parents were too Young and struggled with significant Life Issues and Health Challenges that made it impossible to Parent him.  So many Young Fathers wouldn't have and don't bother if their Baby's Mama is no longer a part of their Lives or they're sorting out their own Life Issues.  I Applaud him for Loving his Son so much, in spite of very difficult Circumstances and Choices having to be made from a Place of Love.  Giving up a Child for the Child's Sake is no easy Choice after all.  It warms my Heart to see him Maturing, getting his Life together and now being able to be Present Full Time for Prince R's Precious little Brother.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWFWt86wtvtSyrk1rQzzNNw8ZYqiwUTZWmFZOImbQBYSIJ9ofj3dEtoZTMCPDvMEftmw1txM3_V6spw0tNtiUqwAd4QvzZqYJw0hH8RGtPc8Ymo6K_DGqGFpUfV4zNkQjEoGUCpYQjp_c/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvWFWt86wtvtSyrk1rQzzNNw8ZYqiwUTZWmFZOImbQBYSIJ9ofj3dEtoZTMCPDvMEftmw1txM3_V6spw0tNtiUqwAd4QvzZqYJw0hH8RGtPc8Ymo6K_DGqGFpUfV4zNkQjEoGUCpYQjp_c/s640/042.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>I am equally Thankful that Princess T's Dad is an Excellent Father... and rose to the Challenge of Raising her three Younger Sisters as a Single Parent when it became apparent that our Daughter's Mental Health Challenges would ultimately mean that sustaining Relationship with anyone would be too difficult... and Full Time Parenting in particular would simply overwhelm her.  Our Son-In-Law is a very Good Man, a hard working and Loving Man with Devotion to Family.  He supports an Elderly Mother there in Mexico... continues to financially support and Love our Daughter even though they can no longer be together... and is doing a Fine Job of raising the G-Kid Force's three Precious Younger Siblings as a Single Father in his Home Country.  He Loves Princess T with all his Heart and has always treated Prince R like his own Son.  Leaving her to be Raised in this Country by us and not be separated from the Family and Home she had always known was also a Choice made from a Place of Love and in her best interest.  You see, he could have Raised her and desperately wanted to... but Prince R is not his Child and has Paternal Family here who Love him... and if he couldn't take both, we all felt it best he take none back to Mexico with them, it was the right choice. I Applaud him too for making the best of a very difficult Situation and Loving all the Children and our Daughter so very much.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlOX3nEQUGMB5i7r6g9FgYL4kEd8R67LoB8NZLCBdu3SqU1sSFOBUovqmAsblHhq7c5oSmeLzVv_cHh1HXck3Xkuvc5d81UY4oMvoxBbigwxe4YPoqS7hbYje7unKRJ8HZLF0XGkB0iZj/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="632" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYlOX3nEQUGMB5i7r6g9FgYL4kEd8R67LoB8NZLCBdu3SqU1sSFOBUovqmAsblHhq7c5oSmeLzVv_cHh1HXck3Xkuvc5d81UY4oMvoxBbigwxe4YPoqS7hbYje7unKRJ8HZLF0XGkB0iZj/s640/043.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>You see, ours isn't a Sad Story, it's just a very Complicated one that is filled with Love and Adaptation to things that either can't be Changed and things that took Time to Change.  And it makes for a bittersweet Father's Day of sorts because of the Missing Parts... those Dads that we all Love Dearly and who Dearly Love us but who cannot be Present as much as we Wish they could be this day in particular.  Dads separated from Children by Circumstance, Health Issues and yes, even the Passing from Time into Eternity.  </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFF3W8BumsO94O2pvjotiyX0yuYy-rnrZvF1sVvU29d27HPRCHWHhtBye6iFeu4eR_Z6v6gyU9ry-2COEBoJm8xN2vtklmtJ0OzHfi-QTG2aTz5iW8EgUSua6m_CI0JCXPOEFomqmndn2/s1600/370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFF3W8BumsO94O2pvjotiyX0yuYy-rnrZvF1sVvU29d27HPRCHWHhtBye6iFeu4eR_Z6v6gyU9ry-2COEBoJm8xN2vtklmtJ0OzHfi-QTG2aTz5iW8EgUSua6m_CI0JCXPOEFomqmndn2/s640/370.JPG" width="544" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>I Hope that this Father's Day, if it is possible for you to be Present with your Dad... that you will spend Precious Time with him and make some New Memories to Cherish.  That if you are Estranged from your Dad that you are able to begin a Process of Reconciliation and Healing of Relationship.  And if that is not possible, that you are able to Extend Forgiveness for all that never was... and perhaps cannot be... just to Honor him for being your Father.  Because he is the Portal that The Lord chose to bring you into this World... and not a one of us is a Mistake, every Baby is a Gift from God.  We were Planned by The Heavenly Father and He Loves each and every one of us, so much in fact that He Gave us His Son... in the Purest Expression of Love... because that's what Excellent Fathers do... Loving until it Hurts and is Sacrificial!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><br /><div align="center"></div> </div>

Happy Father's Day To All The Dads!

Father's Day has been bittersweet to me ever since my Dad passed many years ago... because I still Miss him terribly every day. And...

4:06 PM

A Hospitalized Valentine's Day

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB54sZWH545ECSVoLsCAtoRJHKOlk-JRZqnpXboETfNpFrszQNkrGvwocW72QDx_Ojuegl84K2rFLlnsLvTewt2pVkmYBAqspVXlnTtoPd6t9ivPyO0bwReEOP31j7bEjLENZBfUfu-DI/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="516" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB54sZWH545ECSVoLsCAtoRJHKOlk-JRZqnpXboETfNpFrszQNkrGvwocW72QDx_Ojuegl84K2rFLlnsLvTewt2pVkmYBAqspVXlnTtoPd6t9ivPyO0bwReEOP31j7bEjLENZBfUfu-DI/s640/030.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Since The Man won't make it out of the Hospital for Valentine's Day it won't be our most Romantic one ever... so I'm trying to think of what would Cheer him up most that I could bring when I go to Visit?  Something that expresses my Love for him and might make him feel at least a little better about Enduring yet another Holiday Hospitalized and very Sick?</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7W4EMtbfZR3R4qnPdU1zbuk7F1xJb1LRoT8E9wFpte9zpekz3cjo1803D0ZfkZV8bjrC9vC9ib3frEJekfYGhBWrnn2_q4390X1DfZnJT-4JZHp6JddnEYGjadJrq5pcDyDhxJPUM11A/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="502" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7W4EMtbfZR3R4qnPdU1zbuk7F1xJb1LRoT8E9wFpte9zpekz3cjo1803D0ZfkZV8bjrC9vC9ib3frEJekfYGhBWrnn2_q4390X1DfZnJT-4JZHp6JddnEYGjadJrq5pcDyDhxJPUM11A/s640/003.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /> </div><div align="center"> <em>And I know what a Sweet Tooth he has so Chocolates was the obvious answer... but with typical indecisiveness I couldn't choose which Lovely Heart Shaped Box I liked best... pleated Satin with Bling... Red Velvet with braided Piping...</em><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj3OhzmrdHgZunBJyVmL543W499Msu00H2y3gi55Il54w8rmMlIRX88_LDKbQLi0pDOiIJkRuy7ThiDtIelDbPLfupbkxuYNonGXnzifUDPN_0comErJuxVb0AimCt2eqzWVmFnYySD8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioj3OhzmrdHgZunBJyVmL543W499Msu00H2y3gi55Il54w8rmMlIRX88_LDKbQLi0pDOiIJkRuy7ThiDtIelDbPLfupbkxuYNonGXnzifUDPN_0comErJuxVb0AimCt2eqzWVmFnYySD8/s640/006.JPG" width="560" /></a></div> </div><div align="center"><br /><em>Or perhaps Brushed Satin Metal with Bohemian Flourishes... oh my!  Yes, boxes were going in and out of my cart like crazy!   And so... yes, I got them ALL... one from me and each of the G-Kid Force... so he'll be in a Sugar Coma now 'til the middle of next week!  *Winks*  He gets the Chocolates and I get the Fancy Boxes to Gypsify into Romantic Storage Containers when he's done since I don't eat Chocolate so its all Good.</em><br /><em></em><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjZtdS0rhct1Dfjza37twtpgjCM2xUWv8juX0qjde7ACbPXOIlMCyFrA-Ya-I_bstyaCfY7_bWkcMJynYXve9F_-cHOcyfd15NsinM0ZbhlspDhMiXQGGEeIdBctOY4vsV9M-BpIbDT4/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjZtdS0rhct1Dfjza37twtpgjCM2xUWv8juX0qjde7ACbPXOIlMCyFrA-Ya-I_bstyaCfY7_bWkcMJynYXve9F_-cHOcyfd15NsinM0ZbhlspDhMiXQGGEeIdBctOY4vsV9M-BpIbDT4/s640/025.JPG" width="548" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>That's the part that I Hate the most, because we've always been Truthful with each other, so I don't like trying to Convince someone of something that I'm not even Convinced of myself... it just feels like a Lie, a Falsehood, a Pretense.   I'm not comfortable with dishonesty even if it's simply evading and skirting the Truth to spare someone's Feelings, preserve Dignity and Save Face.  But what is the alternative... telling a Hurtful Truth that they can't help or do anything about and will just make them feel even worse!?   The Truth can sometimes be brutal, even though it's the Truth.  So some Feelings are best kept to yourself.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhy3WGzJXDQJR3ZgTVjSGDlkKocIxmhFVeRv9C3qCA-6iyB9ofZ6QsGux82TyTSjwnStIHc9-RkSawFJXHNOkiftZW2R_mYKseo3tcodEjzyFJlT2_rFe-bCwKwuid_lp1o9YCT_zS_0/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHhy3WGzJXDQJR3ZgTVjSGDlkKocIxmhFVeRv9C3qCA-6iyB9ofZ6QsGux82TyTSjwnStIHc9-RkSawFJXHNOkiftZW2R_mYKseo3tcodEjzyFJlT2_rFe-bCwKwuid_lp1o9YCT_zS_0/s640/039.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em> Therefore, quite often we play the Pretending Game just to Save Face and each other's Feelings.  I Pretend none of this is as difficult or Life Altering for me as I'm sure it is for him... he Pretends he really didn't want to do anything anyway and is Okay being Sidelined.  I Pretend doing most things alone is just as Special for me as it would have been with him by my side... he Pretends that one day he'll be doing everything again that he used to be able to do with us.  </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><em>Selfless Sacrifice... so do our Children, Dad is Number One and The Big Guy in their Book, they idolize him!  And of coarse Princess T is his Sidekick and he's her "Honey"... those two are as thick as Thieves! *Winks*</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3BXG_j88msSaECuexMTRNQsBpdYmUpPjD50XxlOtYiZFONqW_t33kmi_MgkAPLr3MZpF65WQNso5MmnxOqcijQyKEDeMJ_ahuk0m6ZkatIDv4de0-iPXcIYKi0A03k1jfZlZOVPjvcM/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3BXG_j88msSaECuexMTRNQsBpdYmUpPjD50XxlOtYiZFONqW_t33kmi_MgkAPLr3MZpF65WQNso5MmnxOqcijQyKEDeMJ_ahuk0m6ZkatIDv4de0-iPXcIYKi0A03k1jfZlZOVPjvcM/s640/013.JPG" width="566" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>So yes, though we may Grieve over the Loss of What Was... and sometimes struggle to Embrace What Is with Grace, Humility and a Positive Hopeful Attitude... I'm sure our Love will continue to Sustain us as it always has.  Romance can be Defined so many ways you see... just look it up in the Dictionary... its multi-dimensional.   So may you find your Romance in whatever way you can Express it this Valentine's Day with those you Love my Friends.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7c0Rdy3DTXzJA1YFXMB7nSWR3q5I6T8TBP68q7FadSna653j030gN08MrCOP1H0SChydIL-t0URMtij85d1p6f_E6J0MruJLt3TppIJloiI4k8rwjaeCGMOb5PzWzYly2tkXe7Srw0tk/s1600/box+040_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7c0Rdy3DTXzJA1YFXMB7nSWR3q5I6T8TBP68q7FadSna653j030gN08MrCOP1H0SChydIL-t0URMtij85d1p6f_E6J0MruJLt3TppIJloiI4k8rwjaeCGMOb5PzWzYly2tkXe7Srw0tk/s640/box+040_thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Source: <a href="http://www.decortoadore.blogspot.com/2013/02/be-my-valentine-linky-party.html"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">DECOR TO ADORE</span></strong></a> Blog</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>And if you want to hear more Love Stories and see Creative Romantic Images please join us for the <a href="http://www.decortoadore.blogspot.com/2013/02/be-my-valentine-linky-party.html"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">VALENTINE'S BLOG PARTY</span></strong></a> over at <a href="http://www.decortoadore.blogspot.com/2013/02/be-my-valentine-linky-party.html"><strong><span style="color: #990000;">DECOR TO ADORE</span></strong></a> being Hosted by Laura.  I wish I could have found a Sexy French Inspired Valentine's Box like this to present to The Man today!  *Winks*  That could be us on the top... well if Marie were a Gypsy and Napoleon were a Marine.  *Smiles* </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Happy Valentine's Day from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center"></div></div>

A Hospitalized Valentine's Day

Since The Man won't make it out of the Hospital for Valentine's Day it won't be our most Romantic one ever... so I'm trying ...

12:00 AM

Love Is...

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx2t4kFy16Q13-y7LCZKCt-CXyOkCTdgx4rk1f9nVGbYqyAv3H09pW44eVsLeFROZFmc-Gc7fln4XsXJVTSPYNoZJYiweiQDyzJAsNPIy26tyeI8ZxZMCGyloYyd30t2x27ma2ZOjKBFl/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWx2t4kFy16Q13-y7LCZKCt-CXyOkCTdgx4rk1f9nVGbYqyAv3H09pW44eVsLeFROZFmc-Gc7fln4XsXJVTSPYNoZJYiweiQDyzJAsNPIy26tyeI8ZxZMCGyloYyd30t2x27ma2ZOjKBFl/s640/001.JPG" width="606" /></a></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Every so often a Blog Friend will make an Introduction to some of their Blog Friends and you will get the privilege to meet some truly outstanding people here in the Land of Blog.  Today I want to Thank my Blog Friend <a href="http://karensomethingorother.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>Karen</strong></span></a> of the Blog <a href="http://karensomethingorother.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color: #38761d;">Ow my angst</span></strong></a>  {who is pretty Special and quite hilarious herself} for such an Introduction to a remarkable Young Couple that will probably touch your Heart and Soul as much as it did mine when I went to their Blogs and read their raw and poignant Posts about their Lives and in particular, their Love.  <a href="http://www.tessalefae.com/2007/09/am-i-mom-enough.html"><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Tessa Le Fae</span></strong></a> doesn't Blog much but I promise you'll never forget her or her profound, deeply personal, intimate and heartfelt Posts... I read them all, back to back.   The ones about <a href="http://www.tessalefae.com/2010/08/love-isnt-easy.html"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">"Love Isn't Easy"</span></strong></a> and <a href="http://www.tessalefae.com/2007/09/am-i-mom-enough.html"><strong><span style="color: #741b47;">"Am I Mom Enough"</span></strong></a> especially Touched me in a profound way and really made me meditate upon what Love Is and convicted about was I always being Loving enough?  As well as make me bawl my eyes out as I read them.</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1vOYhqYIWsRbPoBAQN_Oa2rUdxblt19dT1IkY1U6xeLNiAZPcoJFvPrDM1Qjp0SqlqH0_mHA-YMc8JkBXZI2Wr7UPOPk501IcRa2cZVpYyxNHOKELehoY5StudHwmUBtfglzjmSKl3J1/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="582" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha1vOYhqYIWsRbPoBAQN_Oa2rUdxblt19dT1IkY1U6xeLNiAZPcoJFvPrDM1Qjp0SqlqH0_mHA-YMc8JkBXZI2Wr7UPOPk501IcRa2cZVpYyxNHOKELehoY5StudHwmUBtfglzjmSKl3J1/s640/029.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And her Love, <a href="http://thefredeffect.com/2012/09/16/tessa-turns-forty-two/"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">Fred</span></strong></a>, of the Blog <a href="http://thefredeffect.com/2012/09/16/tessa-turns-forty-two/"><strong><span style="color: #0b5394;">The Fred Effect</span></strong></a>, who Posted an equally raw, intimate & moving {and tearful for me} Post about his Love, Tessa, turning 42.  I wasn't sure I wanted to end my day Crying... but I'm so glad my curiosity made me go for a Blog Visit and meet this Sweet Couple and get to know them and a part of their Story they so Gracefully Shared.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC27Sh5gJY3XhXV1i9SX_r83F00qyEwJ1_nBoWOatgzzBh5tdk4bz9q-jbjW4k15C4W1crm0SwtYD7Leb2UyB_wyTRowRZetnYYWT3qTdPZiAQR95Nozs3IFayOVz-1bjgOaXkwJ20UgIL/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC27Sh5gJY3XhXV1i9SX_r83F00qyEwJ1_nBoWOatgzzBh5tdk4bz9q-jbjW4k15C4W1crm0SwtYD7Leb2UyB_wyTRowRZetnYYWT3qTdPZiAQR95Nozs3IFayOVz-1bjgOaXkwJ20UgIL/s640/073.JPG" width="578" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Because one thing for sure I've learned in this Journal & Journey of Blogging is that it's easy to Post about the Fluff of Life.  The Pretty Pictures, the things that make your Heart Sing and your Spirit Soar, the great things about your Life and your Family.  But ever so much more intimidating to put out there those unlovely Issues of Life, those Deeply Intimate and Personal things... your struggles, insecurities and rants where you're totally Keeping It Real... for yourself and your readers.  It is quite vulnerable and transparent to let people you might have never met, and perhaps never will, into your Lives that way... because perhaps you've never even Shared such things with those you know well?!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJLfQrs7zXhVy2GzqVVV9pP-DBJEx_63D2VB_ee5BZLdg9yvEq0rek1Aj9LTTM_PX4fjUstJduOGd55h8Nb891tAkDRc9AUfK9gN6xPdTqjHAOnQLzU2ssH6cLhZbGPKF6KtfLEOKqgMT/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoJLfQrs7zXhVy2GzqVVV9pP-DBJEx_63D2VB_ee5BZLdg9yvEq0rek1Aj9LTTM_PX4fjUstJduOGd55h8Nb891tAkDRc9AUfK9gN6xPdTqjHAOnQLzU2ssH6cLhZbGPKF6KtfLEOKqgMT/s640/012.JPG" width="598" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>But I for one truly Enjoy those Raw & Real Posts as much as I do all the Lovely ones that are careful to only Reveal the Best each Life has in it to Share.   And I'll tell you why... I can more closely Identify with the Raw ones in so many more ways that are less superficial and about the "stuff" of Life in the form of Lovely Things.   And you know me, I LOVE the "stuff"... the Treasures I've Collected and accumulated over the years... and I'm not knocking any of that... this is my little Bloggy Happy Place too and I throw a lot of the superficial out there here in the Land Of Blog because it Pleases me and I'm Passionate about it, as Fluffy as it might be... but at the end of the day none of it is as Important to me as the Loved Ones I hold Dearest to my Heart... who Complete me. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gixIimCBDqd9VgnPgReeESCOtJ0Q0izOh66TCSRXec-J9NPdCIPwjn3V8GTCfZvmvORuMtholxmwlmf9qJSdhg3v04AhUEiukYbsaJO19CNr0Pf3gJparBUn8lulU8E2BJkT_HCoG_r_/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3gixIimCBDqd9VgnPgReeESCOtJ0Q0izOh66TCSRXec-J9NPdCIPwjn3V8GTCfZvmvORuMtholxmwlmf9qJSdhg3v04AhUEiukYbsaJO19CNr0Pf3gJparBUn8lulU8E2BJkT_HCoG_r_/s640/081.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">{<em>A back in the day Pix of the G-Kid Force, when I 1st discovered and was Gifted the digital camera by my Grandchildren & learned to Archive my Photos!  Winks}</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>Because oh Dear Lord yes, could I ever Relate to the Insecurities of Raising a Child as Tessa Shared... especially this 2nd time around.  When I often don't feel worthy or a Substitute Mom Enough of raising the Precious G-Kid Force because they deserve so much more than I can give them in the arena of Parenting and Motherly Love.  How I've Cried for my Daughter being unable to raise any of her Precious Children without a lot of help from the rest of us due to profound Illness for which there is no Cure... and how much more Love she gave in the Giving Up of them so that they'd have the Best possible Life, than I sometimes provide for the two she Entrusted to us to raise on her behalf!   How I've Cried and Worried for them that instead of having their Young Parents who gave them Life, they're being raised instead by a couple of Old broken down G-Parents who have seen better days and aren't always feeling up to the job of coping with the huge responsibilities and Sacrifices that Parenting Children entails!  But then, as Tessa did, often enjoying the Realization that they don't worry that I am Enough, so maybe I shouldn't either?</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdI6RXGkuxmaSkIC_AQM9GMmJZTVGFAQbamPPapvgu7PAJVrpZzefYCBWsuDwEYuYf2i1c8Cts9cywMKS2CS7A6-_PVGrEAvU0lWIboAZQHe78TdWldbgQQyD4dr8yn3vaJ0083EbtVxx/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOdI6RXGkuxmaSkIC_AQM9GMmJZTVGFAQbamPPapvgu7PAJVrpZzefYCBWsuDwEYuYf2i1c8Cts9cywMKS2CS7A6-_PVGrEAvU0lWIboAZQHe78TdWldbgQQyD4dr8yn3vaJ0083EbtVxx/s640/002.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em>And how I could relate to Fred & Tessa in the mutual Tears shed for what has been Lost due to illness and will never be on account of it as you both struggle with the changes Chronic and debilitating Illness of a Loved One brings.  I remember my Handsome, Strong Marine being all that he could be and sometimes its hard to accept the limitations we've both had to adjust to... the unfairness of it all as sickness and disability have taken a heavy toll over the years.  So I intentionally post reminders around the Home of what was so that I can still Savor all the Good Years that we were Blessed with before the Challenges became more profound and stressful.  Because in my eyes and Heart you see he is still the same Wonderful Man he has always been... the Best Lover, Husband, Son-In-Law, Son, Father, Grandfather and Great-Grandfather I could have ever Hoped to be Partnered with for Life.  Yeah, sometimes Life circumstances suck... but the Inspiration and Love can often be Manifested and Revealed Best during those hard times... because without the Tests there would never be the Testimonies... without the Darkness we could never fully Appreciate the Light.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Please stop by and give a Shout Out to Fred and Tessa won't you my Friends... the Gift that meeting Outstanding People in the Land Of Blog provides is truly PRICELESS!!!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>Blessings from the Arizona Desert... Dawn... The Bohemian  </em></div><div align="center"></div></div>

Love Is...

Every so often a Blog Friend will make an Introduction to some of their Blog Friends and you will get the privilege to meet some truly...

5:37 AM

Valentine's Gift Ideas For Him & Her

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here are some creative gift ideas for Valentine's day from Lilacpop!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">FOR HIM</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/90335883/detroit-stamped-copper-unisex-necklace"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.302170215.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/90335883/detroit-stamped-copper-unisex-necklace">Copper Detroit stamped necklace (could also be taken off and put onto a key chain if your dude doesn't wear jewelry...or hung from his rear view mirror). $28</a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/78876444/youre-just-my-type-vintage-typewriter"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img1.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.260766533.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335029938">Frame this print up and tell him how you feel. It gets to the point without being overly foo foo.</a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/78876444/youre-just-my-type-vintage-typewriter">Printed on metallic paper: $20 for a 5x7 or $30 for an 8x10.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88248901/unisex-necklace-made-from-typewriter"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.297478939.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335029919">Necklace made from the ruler part of a vintage typewriter and rugged stone. </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88248901/unisex-necklace-made-from-typewriter">$48</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88249498/unisex-necklace-made-from-found-silver"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img1.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.294392485.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335029958">Necklace Made from a Found Silver Cylinder</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88249498/unisex-necklace-made-from-found-silver">$28</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/69494715/geometric-necklace-made-from-vintage"><img border="0" height="428" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.224880179.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335029990">Geometric Necklace Made from Vintage 1930's Erector Set Part</a></div><div style="text-align: center;">$24</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">FOR HER</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70927643/barvu-swarovski-crystals-and-typewriter" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.230868627.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Something sparkly for her ears:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335029980">Barvu Swarovski Crystal Earrings Made From Vintage Typewriter Parts</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70927643/barvu-swarovski-crystals-and-typewriter" target="_blank">$44</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/91219324/cream-and-brown-plumage-feather" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img3.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.305399063.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Something beautiful for her head:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335030000">Cream and Brown Plumage Fascinator by Rachelle Willnus</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/91219324/cream-and-brown-plumage-feather" target="_blank">$109</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88250123/vintage-typewriter-parts-necklace-for" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img0.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.294532360.jpg" width="624" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335030011">Vintage Typewriter Parts Necklace</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/88250123/vintage-typewriter-parts-necklace-for" target="_blank">$58</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73302079/smoky-amber-glass-crystal-earrings" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img0.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.240740508.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335030022">Smoky Amber Glass Crystal Earrings</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/73302079/smoky-amber-glass-crystal-earrings" target="_blank">$28</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49534339/textured-flower-fine-art-photograph-on" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.151753982.jpg" width="638" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Frame up a beautiful print on metallic paper. Who wouldn't love this gorgeous flower?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/49534339/textured-flower-fine-art-photograph-on" target="_blank">$20 for a 5x5, $30 for an 8x8 $45 for a 10x10</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/37414298/vintage-typewriter-fine-art-photograph" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.112280166.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335030044">Personalized Metallic Print With Your Own Message</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/37414298/vintage-typewriter-fine-art-photograph" target="_blank">$34 for an 8x10</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">FOR HIM OR HER</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70336770/custom-personalized-photo-of-vintage" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img0.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.228388916.jpg" width="510" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335030068">Custom Personalized Metallic Print of Vintage Cash Register Parts Arranged for Any Date You Would Like. Perfect way to commemorate that first date, anniversary, or future wedding.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/70336770/custom-personalized-photo-of-vintage" target="_blank">$34 for an 8x10</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/25271132/lasting-love-8x8-fine-art-photograph" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_fullxfull.71476162.jpg" width="630" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_335030075">"Lasting Love" Metallic Print</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/25271132/lasting-love-8x8-fine-art-photograph" target="_blank">$30</a></div>

Valentine's Gift Ideas For Him & Her

Here are some creative gift ideas for Valentine's day from Lilacpop! FOR HIM Copper Detroit stamped necklace (could also be taken off an...

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Romantic Ideas for Valentines Day