tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78914587643246870432011-08-02T10:15:17.641-07:00This is a blog about she and Steve because she is married to Steve and considers him an affirmative addition to her life, but since she knows herself best, it is mostly about she.Giggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10850057720619331293noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891458764324687043.post-79666821227090809702009-07-19T20:19:00.000-07:002009-07-19T20:25:15.177-07:00She was just opening her eyes this morning when Steve walked back into the bedroom.<br />"Did you ever watch The Brady Bunch"? Steve asked<br />She replied with a confused and sleepy "Yes."<br />"Did they ever talk about the widowed parents?"<br />She must have looked bewildered.<br />"You know, the girls' dad, the boys' mom ... Didn't they ever talk about them? Didn't the kids want to remember them? Why didn't they ever talk about the parents who died?"<br />She did not know the answer to his question, but she truly loved him for thinking enough to ask it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891458764324687043-7966682122709080970?l=sheandsteve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10850057720619331293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891458764324687043.post-59575233506009840752009-07-03T20:24:00.000-07:002009-07-03T20:27:02.964-07:00She is a goddess in pink pajamas, lying on her grandmother's antique bed. The fan gently whirls, spitting out a cooling brush of air.<br /><br />She is a goddess - imagining that she can summon lightening bolts through her fingertips and bring peace with a touch.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891458764324687043-5957523350600984075?l=sheandsteve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10850057720619331293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891458764324687043.post-20869525900274192092009-06-25T14:02:00.000-07:002009-06-25T14:03:02.358-07:00She has to go home now. Steve is taking her out to eat! :-) Yum-O!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891458764324687043-2086952590027419209?l=sheandsteve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10850057720619331293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7891458764324687043.post-52590080406134201682009-06-23T19:53:00.000-07:002009-06-23T19:58:27.901-07:00She and Steve hit a bump in the road.<br /><br />So they went on an adventure that ended in the park.<br /><br />This would be a beautiful place for a wedding She said.<br /><br />You wanna get married baby Steve said.<br /><br />Would you marry me again she asked.<br /><br />Of course Steve said.<br /><br />She was happy!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7891458764324687043-5259008040613420168?l=sheandsteve.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Giggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10850057720619331293noreply@blogger.com3