Dedicated to our Friend, Debbie

Debbie, this page was created to show our thanks and appreciation for all the hard work and dedication you have shown in creating a wonderful place for us to meet, Mommies on the Web! All the gifts, poems and "thank you" notes come from our hearts and we hope that they will show you how truly special you are to all of us. You should be very proud of yourself.

Love, Sharon and the entire MOW Group

Dinah wishes you to have...


When it comes from the heart, from deep inside
the nicest feelings and the most special thoughts,
"Thank you" means so much.
It means thank you for taking the time to show
that you care. It means "you really made my day,"
and sometimes it means that you really make all
the days so much better.
It means you make me feel so nice,
and I wish I could do the same for you ...
just by letting you know how much you mean to me.
"Thank you" means you didn't have to ...
but I'm so grateful that you did.
"Thank you" means that you've done something special
that I'll never forget.

- by Chris Gallatin

Lisa says....

Sherry wants to give you this...

From Mary

And

A link for you Debbie, from Mary.

From Jennifer

From from Michelle

From Eydie

LuDeanne would like you to have...

Jennifer's Gift

From Kimberley


Elmo and I are swinging by to say:
Thanks! for making such a great place
for Online moms to come and play.

Annette presents you with...

And from Karen

From Tricia

Dear Debbie,

You are my friend and I hope you know that's true.

No Matter what happens I will stand by you.

I will be there for you whenever you need me.

To lend you a hand, to do a good deed.

So just call on me when you need me my friend.

I will always be there even to the end.

Your truly, Tricia :o)

This was contributed by Deanna

A Hidden Place

Each of us has a hidden place
Somewhere deep within ourselves;
A place where we go to get away,
To think things through,
To be alone, to be ourselves.
This unique place, where we confront our deepest feelings,
Becomes a storehouse of all our hopes,
All our needs, all oour dreams,
And even our unspoken fears.
It encompasses the essence of who we are
And what we want to be.
But now and then, whether by chance or design,
Someone discovers a way into that place
We thought was ours alone.
And we allow that person to see, to feel and to share
All the reason, all the uncertainty
And all the emotion we've stored up there.
That person adds new perspective to our hidden realm,
Then quietly settles down in his own corner of our special place,
Where a bit of himself will stay forever.
And we call that person a friend.
by Carol Elaine Faivre-Scott

And from Trish

A little something to Debbie, from Trish!

These are from Sharon

And

Debbie, you must check out this link!

And another little something



The Most Beautiful Flower

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Debbie, this is exactly what you have done for us... brightened our lives.

Cathy would like you to have this...

A gift Stacia:


Thank you for making just a wonderful place for us mommies to become friends and gather so much helpful information. You have really poured your heart into it and it shows :)

From Patti

Thanks Debbie for making this board really special! Here's something you might enjoy reading:


This is a Home Where Children Live

You may not find things all in place,
Friend, when you enter here,
But, we're a home where children live,
We hold them very dear.

And you may find small fingerprints,
And smudges on the wall,
When the kids are gone, we'll clean them up,
Right now we're playing ball.

For there's one thing of which we're sure,
These children are on loan.
One day they're always underfoot,
Next thing you know, they're gone.

That's when we'll have a well kept house,
When they're off on their own.
Right now, this is where children live,
A loved and lived in home.

--Judith Bond--

With hugs from Melissa (Miss)

Debbie I just want you to know that you are a wonderful
woman. I know that I would have never made it as far
as I have without your guidance and support.
You will always hold a special place in my heart.

And from DJ

Thanks, Debbie for seeing a need and making a special place for Mommies on the web.

While searching the web I found a site
I bookmarked in the end.
I did not know when I was through
That I would find a friend.

Now my mail box is always full.
There's a smile upon my face.
This ring of friends that I have found
I never can replace.

Laurel would like you to have this...

This little poem is from Connie


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Mommies on the Web is Great,
and so are YOU!!!

From Angelz

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