Dear craft table,
I know I declared I would not start Christmas until you were cleaned off……I furiously cleaned you off and Christmas DID happen.
….but Christmas has come and gone. NOW I need to fill you up again with busy-ness.
I’ve got loads of photos {memories} that need to be organized on you and hopefully put into memory books. I have a feeling that YOU like being covered in our memories.
And who wouldn’t?
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Dear Rose bush that I have no idea what your name is.
I hardly give you my full attention, and yet you gift me with the most beautiful golden blossoms. I heart you.
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Dear Cocoa,
You know how much you are loved. You know how sad it makes me when you start to show your age. I feel your pain when you can’t run as long as you used to, and when you roll, trip, stumble while chasing your toy, it breaks my heart a little bit. Your puppy days were so much fun and I will love and cherish you as you move into your golden years too. You made me a dog lover.
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Dear Alanis Morrisette,
I thought about you the other day when I found a white fly in my pinot noir.
Isn’t that ironic?
Have a great weekend!!!
XOXO
Busy Bee Suz 
I covet your craft table!!! Oh the things I could do… 🙂
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yay for friday letters!!!! i had to sing a little \”memories\” for your craft table covered in memories… and the memories we have around that table 🙂 p.s… i see you are still a basketcase… but don't worry, you are my favorite basketcase 🙂 and babysitter!
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Aw, the Cocoa letter made me sad. Daisy is turning 6 and a half and I can already see her slowing down a bit. I've been awash in photos for a month, trying to scan all of them and put them in some kind of computer file order. Maybe I would have done better to just have a big craft table to keep them on.
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I'm so glad you are participating in the letter writing now! That table is amazing. And, wow, that basket collection is amazing, too. I love dogs. It's so sad to see the gray show on their muzzles and the sprightly bodies struggle to keep up.
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Oh Cocoa…. say it ain't so. Please don't get old… pretty please. I just hate when a pet has to age. 😦 That makes my heart hurt.
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Sweet photo of Cocoa.I'm envious of your craft table, too.Hope you all enjoy the weekend. Wish I could smell your pretty yellow roses!
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Those roses are gorgeous!!I feel ya about Cocoa. Buster is about to celebrate his 17th birthday. It's crazy! He's blind, deaf, has trouble walking, but he's still hanging in there.When I show up unannounced on your doorstep soon, I would like to sleep on your craft table. 😛
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Awwwww Cocoa, you just take these years easy and enjoy your retirement!That is one heck of a fun crafty workspace you have.
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Yes, that Craft Table is begging for lots of work on top of it…. SO–what are you waiting for? Just DO IT…Believe me… I can relate to Cocoa… I can feel my body getting older –even though I don't want it to. I yearn for that childhood energy. Just not there!!!! Oh Well… Glad I'm still loved–like Cocoa is loved.Have a great weekend.Hugs,Betsy
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Ohhhh…Cocoa….been there. In fact, oh my limbs when I wake up!Loved the letters…here's mine-Dear Friday, 14 hours at work?! So glad you are over. But it was fun. But not again until next year, okay?Happy Weekend,GO 9ers!
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oh Cocoa sweetie….
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Those roses are gorgeous! Cocoa…what a sweet face! Love this letter idea.
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I loved this post. How nice to ponder the things in life that we love and appreciate.
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I'll bet a lot of neat things get done on that craft table. I could certainly use it at our house, but I would never keep it looking so clean. I know from experience exactly how Cocoa feels.
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You know, I was never a dog person, but as you know I am now a dog LOVER. It brought a tear to my eye reading about your dog getting older. I do not look forward to that day. Luckily (get it?) she's only 3!! 🙂 Or is she 21?
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Love this post! Love that table, wish I had one. Love your dog. How old is Cocoa? Mine is 1 year and is just driving me nuts. When she gets old, I know I'll really be old. Oh well, at least we'll be old together.
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