I love North Carolina snow.
I love the Weepies.
I love the snow and the Weepies.
Yes, wind turns the trees into bone, cold turns our breath into clouds, and He turned me into somebody loved.
Fine. That’s not the meaning of the lyrics, but it sure could be.
Go ahead. Hit play, minimize the screen, and go about your merry, blogging way.
Happy Sunday, friends.
4 comments:
You're right -- it sure could be. I like that -- You turned me into somebody loved.
Happy Sunday to you, Amy. Your last comment on my blog made me smile big, my friend! (About me coming back.) :0)
I am so happy that He turned me into somebody loved:)
thanks Amy
xo
sweet, love this!
I love this Amy:) Sent your Christmas card today...hope the snow makes it still fit long after Christmas;) We have thunderstorms here in Florida...different, but cozy in its own way...going to crawl in bed for a good nap:)
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