My husband and I were recently discussing memorable events in our childhood. His was when he broke his arm playing baseball and he continued to play first base through the remainder of the game...ughh! He is tough like that! Mine was more Norman Rockwellish (I know this is not a word, but I like it). I remember holding hands with my dad...walking down Main Street in Rockland, Maine...with the snow gently falling around us. We were on a quest to find a Christmas gift for mom from her girls. My sister was quite young then, so it was just me and Dad. I liked it that way...I am a Daddy's girl! There was one item that always caught my eye. Do you remember Evening in Paris ? (Source: Another Perfume Blog) I remember being in awe of the deep blue-purple color and thought the name sounded so exotic. This ad proclaimed that you were " A thousand times more enchanting with Evening in Paris ". Who wouldn't want to be enchanting? Each Christmas my poor mothe
"Be Still and Know That I am God" Psalm 46:10