tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post5715175339910119700..comments2023-04-11T06:31:23.499-05:00Comments on Leaves of Glass: earliest memory.Kateri Mortonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03356845687208055765noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post-21425371568796056212012-06-10T19:17:33.677-05:002012-06-10T19:17:33.677-05:00I remember riding with you on the tractor...but no...I remember riding with you on the tractor...but not the branch...K-dadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04925059694299588730noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post-89901451714103290282012-06-06T21:24:13.450-05:002012-06-06T21:24:13.450-05:00love.love.shanaleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05119479693025352731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8010807669455831551.post-91758806865442164102012-06-06T11:32:31.578-05:002012-06-06T11:32:31.578-05:00There. That last sentence. The perfect description...There. That last sentence. The perfect description of what it means to be a parent.<br /><br />Beautiful post, beautiful you, K.<br />xoxoDennice {Fringe}https://www.blogger.com/profile/15978010665886146137noreply@blogger.com