journaling:
This is a picture of me on Christmas morning when I was 19 months old. Two things from this picture are in my memory bank, the pretty warm robe with all the flowers on it and the white, furry and snugly stuffed kitten. I loved that kitten and took it with me everywhere. I was wearing that robe and holding my little kitten a couple of months later when Mommy and Daddy woke me up to go for a ride to town. It was a clear night, with bright stars and the big moon shining on the snow. I remember standing on the seat of the car, when all of a sudden a beautiful deer was standing in a field near the road, just watching us drive by. This memory stayed with me, like a pretty dream, but it wasn't until I was a teenager, that I talked to my mother about the memory. I was puzzled because of the place. I knew that we moved to that farm when I was five, so it didn't make sense to me, because in my memory I was very little. My mother was shocked by my memory, because she knew exactly when it happened. It was the night my sister was born and I was 21 months old. That winter we did live at that farm, for a few months, which I did not know, until we talked about it. Daddy bought it a few years later and we moved there to live when I was five.
Credits:
All by Sue Cummings
From My Notebook: Extraordinary
stitches from Little Bits & Pieces 3 (Halloween)
frame from Little Bits & Pieces 2
background soft blue paper from Beach Kit
Fonts: Kayleigh, Crazy Girlz Blond BTN LT