Friday, February 19, 2010

CALIFORNIA



My son came to visit today. When he walked in the door he had something in his hand. I took a deep breath and took it from him. Then I screamed, "A THIMBLE", and ask, where is it from. It's solid putter with a stone on top that has a California quail and a California Poppy, on it. I had this little nest that I'm looking for a bird for. I thought it made a cute picture.

I am one lucky momma.

11 comments :

  1. It looks cute nestled in the nest! What a thoughtful son!

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  2. Awwwww! How exciting for you & so thoughtfully sweet of him ... wonderful presentation.

    Have a beautiful weekend.
    Hugs, Marydon
    www.blushingroseboutique.com

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  3. Very sweet...I have never seen one like it! How sweet of that son mom..bake him some cookies will ya?! :D

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  4. Hi Cindy
    Oh how nice of your son...you obviously collect them! What a sweetie...
    Have a great weekend
    Blessings
    Rebecca

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  5. This must have brought the biggest smile to your face Cindy. Aren't you glad you raised such an awesome boy?!
    hugs

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  6. What a wonderful son you have to think of his mom and know exactly what will make you happy. Have a beautiful day! Blessings, Tammy

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  7. Very cute thimble and from the place of my birth! You have such a nice son for thinking of you. Mimi

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  8. Your son sounds like such a sweetheart!

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  9. You can always enjoy a thimble, cant you?

    Hey, you be careful with your back doing that packing and lifting...I am worried about it, dont want you to have to have 17 more treatments! k?
    Good luck to elsie getting her new shop opened.
    Cindy this job is back breaking...as your finding out! You probably get exhausted dont you?

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  10. I would love to go to G Village. Let me know when you get back. Have fun with the hubby. Mimi

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  11. what a great gift from you son....hey you raised him right!!!

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