My Nanny, Ruth Richardson, passed away last Tuesday, and her funeral was today. Funerals are never easy, but it's refreshing to go to a funeral that celebrates a long, well lived life.
I had a dream that a sweet little old lady was trying desperately to get my attention. I sat down with her and she told me that my Nanny wanted me to remember to, "love yer babies".
She was a very special lady, and her life was a message of love.
She loved all her "chickadees" with a sweet, un-failing, selfless, simple, and unconditional love.
Thank you, Nanny, for teaching me how to live and how to love. I will call on your example of how to "love yer children", and I pray that your example will live on through me and that my little Dapper Doodle will feel as loved in my arms as I did in yours!






Fall is my favorite time of the year!
The change in the air is magical, and if you don't recognize it you might miss our subtle, fleeting south Florida "fall".