Paula Jean Sharpe Phillips

~I Love The Victorian Era~
The word "Victorian" often arouses images of beautiful ladies
being courted by smartly-dressed men. Of tea parties,
croquet, lacey gloves, carefree afternoons in a carriage,
evening balls, big hats, fantastically ornate costumes.
Of mostly mauves, creams, deep light blues,
and some pale greens all intertwined in a vision
of sugar-sweet confections. Of lovely angels with long hair,
puffy, round Santa Claus’s, fat little pink-cheeked cherubs.
Of bay windows, ornate lace trim on houses,
huge balconies and patios, trellis’s, gazebos, rose gardens.
Most of all, the very idea of "Victorian"
today excites a feeling of romance, Of simpler times,
of a better life, of honest respect for women
and for men. It is almost as though the idea
Of Victorian is like a pillowy cloud that covers
all things bad or ugly with this haze of beautiful perfection.

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence,
and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war,
and a time of peace.
~ There is a season and reason for all things ~

~I Celebrate My Husband ~
He is My Life, My Love, My Jim
Who knows me better than I know myself
Knows my weaknesses and my strengths
~And loves me Still~

I Celebrate My Daughters~My Love~My Hope~My Joy~
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