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Homeward Bound




To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.

~Barbara Bush


One more day to go and I will be flying to Chicago for a few weeks. It’s my Mom’s 96th birthday next week; she has no idea I’m coming! I look forward to spending lots of time with my family. I will be offline for a while and hope to get caught up with everybody when I return.

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  1. Safe travels, Mary! ...
    What a wonderful surprise for your mother! Can't wait to hear all about it!
    xoxox
    Myra

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  2. Have a wonderful time Mary!! Praying traveling mercies and JOY-filled days ~ each and everyone of them :)

    Love you soooo!

    Happy Birthday to your Momma ♥

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  3. I can see why you're eager to see them all. Don't forget to pack your googly eyes and whoopie cushion. Looks like they'll be appreciated!

    Have a great time. And give your mom an extra kiss from me. Someone who raises such happy people is a gem in my book!

    Blessings, Debbie

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  4. CONGRATULATIONS on your upcoming family celebration!

    Looking forward to hearing from you and all your adentures when you return.
    Blessings to you - marsha

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  5. There's just nothing to equal family. Loved the photo!

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  6. Have a wonderful trip. Ther's nothing like being with family.Enjoy your time !

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  7. Have a safe trip and fun time sister Mary! Take care and will be praying for you. Happy Birthday to your mom! That's so awesome! 96 years young! God bless.

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  8. I am sure you are having a great time with your mom.

    Will be looking forward to hear the stories!

    Love
    Lidj

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  9. Enjoy your family Mary! I pray that you will have safe travels.

    Love you,
    Debbie

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  10. Wow! 96th? Happy Birthday to her! Have a great time!

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  11. Hi Mary -

    Thank you for sharing your family love and joy.

    Please share about your mother's reaction to your surprise visit.

    I would love to read how she responded!

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