Six Word Fridays- Thanks

(Melissa's blog, which I follow, has Six Word Fridays.  She gives a topic during the week, then on Friday, gives her six words and encourages anyone who wants to join in. Here's mine for this week.)

Those people who love me unconditionally. 


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  1. SaraNovember 25, 2011 at 1:50 PM

    That is definitely something to be thankful for. Happy Thanksgiving!

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  2. AnonymousNovember 25, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    a rare commodity. to be treasured more than gold

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  3. Melissa Camara WilkinsNovember 25, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    Yay! Thanks for joining us. :)

    Those people who love whole-heartedly and without reservation: we're always so lucky to find them. (Even when they're our own family. What grace, that we get to be family like that!) :)

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  4. TangledLouNovember 26, 2011 at 12:19 PM

    So beautiful in its simplicity.

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  5. KathyNovember 27, 2011 at 7:06 PM

    What a beautiful post and a cool idea (Six Word Fridays). Thank you for sharing your six words. I hope you and your family had a wonderful and peaceful Thanksgiving weekend!

    Thank you for visiting and commenting my blog earlier this month (my Disney Then and Now post) and congrats on making it this far with NaBloPoMo! Only a few more days! :)

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