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	<title>Comments on: The Perfect Gift: The Mother Letter Project</title>
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		<title>By: Connie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Connie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jun 2009 17:57:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m sitting at work on a really quiet day, the last day of classes.  The phone is still, the halls are quiet, the Seniors are gone, and so are the teachers who have free periods at the end of the dya.....and I&#039;m catching up on your blog....and I&#039;m crying.

You are right.  The moments that are meaningless to anyone else live in you heart and your mind and your soul.

My Mom in pin curls on Christmas morning, in a large old fashioned apron, getting the turkey ready for dinner.  She would hate it,  it was during one of her &quot;fat&quot; periods, but it&#039;s my favorite memory of her.  She was beautiful.

I miss her.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sitting at work on a really quiet day, the last day of classes.  The phone is still, the halls are quiet, the Seniors are gone, and so are the teachers who have free periods at the end of the dya&#8230;..and I&#8217;m catching up on your blog&#8230;.and I&#8217;m crying.</p>
<p>You are right.  The moments that are meaningless to anyone else live in you heart and your mind and your soul.</p>
<p>My Mom in pin curls on Christmas morning, in a large old fashioned apron, getting the turkey ready for dinner.  She would hate it,  it was during one of her &#8220;fat&#8221; periods, but it&#8217;s my favorite memory of her.  She was beautiful.</p>
<p>I miss her.</p>
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		<title>By: Adventures In Babywearing</title>
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		<dc:creator>Adventures In Babywearing</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Dec 2008 20:35:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my goodness your letter is beautiful. Your memories... it reminds me that my children are always watching!

Steph</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my goodness your letter is beautiful. Your memories&#8230; it reminds me that my children are always watching!</p>
<p>Steph</p>
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		<title>By: Audrey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Audrey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 22:19:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mom - this is absolutely, positively BEAUTIFUL.
xoxo,
Audrey</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mom &#8211; this is absolutely, positively BEAUTIFUL.<br />
xoxo,<br />
Audrey</p>
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		<title>By: Jane - Mom Generations</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jane - Mom Generations</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 05:50:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so beautiful, Mom. Putting my love, respect and awe of you into the words worthy of such greatness will be tough, but I will do it! I am so grateful for you as my mother, Grandma as my grandmother... and to have had Nana for all the years we did. And I love watching Audrey be the kind of mother to her 4 boys that you have always been to us. I love you!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is so beautiful, Mom. Putting my love, respect and awe of you into the words worthy of such greatness will be tough, but I will do it! I am so grateful for you as my mother, Grandma as my grandmother&#8230; and to have had Nana for all the years we did. And I love watching Audrey be the kind of mother to her 4 boys that you have always been to us. I love you!</p>
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		<title>By: Erin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 23:03:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Now I&#039;m crying over your letter. It&#039;s beautiful, Sharon. Really, I could steal it and use it to teach my students imagery because it is *that* good. Your words are so true. It&#039;s those little moments that we make for our children, the ones that may not seem special to anyone else, it&#039;s those moments that make a life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Now I&#8217;m crying over your letter. It&#8217;s beautiful, Sharon. Really, I could steal it and use it to teach my students imagery because it is *that* good. Your words are so true. It&#8217;s those little moments that we make for our children, the ones that may not seem special to anyone else, it&#8217;s those moments that make a life.</p>
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