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That was so kind. Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts.

Happy Love EVERYDAY to you, too.


Happy Love Everyday to you, too! Love the flower pictures, btw! Just love them!


So true, all of this. I found that making myself think of love for a post on Thursdays really had me thinking about my blessings all the time, or at least more than I would have otherwise I think. It was great to be part of such a wonderful group for the time I was, and quite honestly, I don't know if I'll stop posting my entries--but I do know I won't stop being reminded of simple, pure expressions of love, and for that I'm most grateful.

*Love* the flowers; happy LT and LE ;)


What a beautiful tribute to Irene, Karen and Love Thursday. You echo the sentiments of many in the blogosphere.


Thank you, ladies.

Karen (Ms. Chookooloonks herself), one thing I learned from reading Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, and later from various life experiences, is that there are two things you just can't say too often: "Thank you," and of course "I love you." So, really, thank you. And -- in a completely non-creepy, non-stalkerish way, of course -- I love you. I love the parts of yourself that you have shared with all of us and your obvious generosity of spirit. It's been a real pleasure to play with you this little game you devised, and I truly believe it did a lot of people a lot of good.

Jana (pilgrimgirl), thank you! You know I love your flower pictures, too -- and bug pictures! Bees! Dragonflies! What next? Very beautiful.

Karen writes of making the internet a restful place, and making our own little pieces of it restful pieces. I am not a restful person, so I'm never going to be able to commit to that, but I do feel that the internet has room not just for barrooms where brawls break out but also for tea gardens where people can enjoy conversation both light and intense, silly stories and revelatory discourse about important things like love, death, science, politics, and religion, tell their truths and listen to others -- and also have a nice little nosh and look at some pretty flowers while the kids and pets play. I can commit to making that kind of space, and I think you already have.

Sognatrice, I would not even have met you had it not been for Love Thursday. See, Karen? Something else to thank you for.

Bonggamom, thank you. I thought other people might feel similarly. And you are yet another lovely person I only met through this endeavor. Plus, now I know what a "bongga mom" is! Bonus! :)

See? There are lots of things I complain about, but when I get a gift, I know it. I think keeping that facility alive is what this kind of exercise does best.

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