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Don't Forget Me



My wedding is less than two months away. It's going to be beautiful and lovely.
Old, unfinished stories are stirring in my head, begging to be written.
And my blog sits here in near-silence, waiting for the day when I pick it up again.
And I would like to assure all of you that THAT day will come. I do not know when, but it will. Maybe this winter. Maybe next Spring.
But, until then, please forget me not for I have not forgotten you. <3

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  1. How could we forget you?! All the best with your wedding, and when you do return to share your stories, I'll be here listening. :)

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  2. How exciting!! I hope all the planning goes well for you! :D
    Looking forward to the day you return! :)

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  3. We won't forget you, are you going to post pictures of your wedding.

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  4. I won't forget you or your blog, Esther! Have a most beautiful wedding and may God richly bless you in your new life. Looking forward to when you're back :)

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  5. You guys surprise me in a really good way. And it warms my heart to hear from you. Thanks for popping in to say that I haven't been shunned for my silence. All of you mean so much to me, and I am grateful for you. :) <3

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  6. I can't even imagine how busy/excited you must be with your wedding day getting so close. I'll look forward to reading whatever and whenever you get back to writing. Until then, have a fabulous time LIVING!

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  7. We definitely won't be forgetting! You have important things to do - we can certainly wait until Spring :D.

    ~ Savannah
    scattered-scribblings.blogspot.com

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