Wonderful story!
Recently a lover brought me herbal bath bombs. He knew I love hot baths...the bombs are lovely.

For mother's day a "situationship" wished me happy mother's day & left a battery tester from harbor freight on my porch.

This one seems to want the arrangement in amber though.
Still a free agent.

Congrats on this new chapter Kathleen. it was only a matter of time.

I haven’t had my heart (or anything else) touched in too long. Glad someone’s gettin some!

Congratulations, lucky lady!

I'll never forget the day I turned 50. My favorite soccer team, the Montreal Impact in the Major League Soccer, played a game on that day, and my girlfriend, my family and friends gave me a surprise party in a private suite at Saputo stadium. We watched the game, enjoyed drinks and snacks. I loved every moments of it.

Bradshaw’s Guide to the Railways. A short commentary of all the towns and stations that the trains stopped at in Britain, Mid C19th. Also doubles as a travel book of the time. Brilliant content.

A washer and dryer.

food, when my mother was alive I would ask for date bread or tuna caserole (sp).

Well Done Bill!!!!

Beautiful.so happpy for you Literatehiker

My lady love (I might as well say so, it's love on the second date) gave me her crying pillow because, she said, she won't need it any more. It smells like her skin. I love it. I can hold it when I miss her.

I gave her the shirt off my back, because she loves my scent. She texted me a picture last night of her wearing it. So gorgeous. She makes it look better than I ever could. It was a perfect weekend except that it had to end.

When my mother told me "I'm proud of you" before she passed away last September. Never expected anything like that from her. No material gift could ever compare.

I got a beautiful bouquet of Yellow Roses sent to me about six or seven months ago...with a note that said “Just to let you know that I’m thinking about you. Much love, Elizabeth.” I have more than one friend called Elizabeth, but they are either known as Liz or Libby, and when I phoned them...it wasn’t them. I puzzled all day, and then I remembered a fellow volunteer at the Foodbank whom I’d had a conversation with, when she asked me why I looked so sad. I explained that my son was causing me great concern, that I was worried his mental health problems had not been correctly diagnosed and how powerless I felt to help him. She sent the roses to me a few days later. Sadly my son took his own life shortly afterwards, and that same lady, Elizabeth was once again kindness itself. I just have to say that she is a devout Christian, she knows that I’m atheist, but we are now very firm friends....she never once mentioned god or wanting to pray for me. I think that is a true and pure form of friendship and love, and I can say it truly did touch my heart.

I have been a Christmas Santa a few times. One year a little boy gave me a little wooden box with a penny in it to help me buy the presents for everyone.

Who’s baby is that?

awesome!! yall look happy there.

Absolutely lucky to have them