Wednesday, February 21, 2007
I remember the maple leaves that you used to send us. They were always the best that you could find. I remember coming from so far away to spend time on a real farm and the love you showed us in sharing the land.You gave us your time. I loved our only white Christmas, where we went onto the wood lot that Grandfather Van Valkenburg has planted and picked a tree and had it decorated at Grandmothers. I will miss you.Thank you for those memories. They make up the fabric of my life.
