tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71200124544372859852024-03-04T20:05:45.555-08:00I thank my God every time I remember you. Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-76857271502485394242014-02-11T16:35:00.001-08:002014-02-11T16:35:29.480-08:00Jackie Souffrant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our friendship began about 10 years ago at the illustrious Arthur Ashe Middle. Then we found each other again in South Fulton on a Sunday morning church service. I was like divine intervention for us to reconnect. I am glad that I can call you my friend. I look forward to seeing how our friendship grows. I can only imagine how much more fun we will have.<br />
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Thank you for<br />
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<li>helping challenge me to try new things</li>
<li>listening to me vent</li>
<li>girls night out in the 'A'</li>
<li>accountability in terms of getting fit</li>
<li>accepting me unconditionally</li>
<li>understanding my career frustrations</li>
<li>the obstacle course races we have done and will do in the future</li>
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<br />Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-61905712948220506842014-02-10T21:08:00.000-08:002014-02-10T21:08:53.307-08:00Stacie RevishWhere do I begin? You are like the cool younger sister who I secretly wish I was more like. You are beautiful, brave, bold.. One of a kind. We met through a common friend. Who knew that such a chance meeting could bring such a wonderful person into my life.<br />
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Thank you for…<br />
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<li>helping my remember the importance of taking risks</li>
<li>random phone calls with booty music (you know me so well)</li>
<li>flying from Tampa to Weston to check on me in the hospital one I was pregnant</li>
<li>helping me through my separation and divorce,</li>
<li>reminding me of my worth </li>
<li>making me laugh</li>
<li>making me smile</li>
<li>taking me to HaulOver beach</li>
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You are a treasure and i am blessed to call you friend.</div>
Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-19975237253470616382014-02-05T06:29:00.002-08:002014-02-08T21:42:52.498-08:00Dianne BatesMy Road Dawg.... My ryde or die friend. My truth teller. Words cannot express how thankful I am for your friendship. A chance meeting in a Winn-Dixie parking lot that began a friendship that is truly indescribable.<br />
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Thank you for....<br />
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<li>helping me sell boat loads of girl scout cookies</li>
<li>being a designated driver</li>
<li>not judging my bad decisions</li>
<li>praying me through bad times</li>
<li>cheering me on during good times</li>
<li>staying honest with me even if I didn't want to hear it</li>
<li>going out dancing and being my wing chick</li>
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You are one of kind and I wouldn't change you for anything in the world.<br />
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I love you.</div>
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<br />Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-34971606928808147972014-02-04T21:09:00.003-08:002014-02-04T21:09:28.906-08:00Maya Joi Walters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Maya Joi…<br />
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Your name is indicative of how much you bring to my life. You are a smart, funny, and determined young lady. I am proud of you for so many reasons, thankful for so many as well, and excited for all that the future holds for you.<br />
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Thank you for….<br />
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<li>years of hilarious girl scout memories</li>
<li>rubbing my feet when I am tired</li>
<li>making me want to be a better person</li>
<li>doing my hair when I was unable</li>
<li>being a good big sister to Angel and Three</li>
<li>walks in the neighborhood and the gym</li>
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I love you very much…</div>
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Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-36543011694476876192014-02-04T21:07:00.001-08:002014-02-04T21:07:18.622-08:00Skyler Devin GreenMy first born son… My male version 2.o new and improved. 22 plus years and I have many things I am grateful and thankful for where you are concerned.<br />
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Thank you for…<br />
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<li>5 am gym workouts with me before you were even a teenager</li>
<li>apologizing when you lose your temper</li>
<li>picking a wife your mom would be proud of</li>
<li>really striving and challenging yourself professionally</li>
<li>telling me the truth (albeit at times abut harsh)</li>
<li>reminding the importance of staying true to yourself.</li>
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Mommy will always love you.</div>
Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-9060307211507162222014-02-04T21:06:00.000-08:002014-02-05T06:31:28.926-08:00Kathy Dianne WestMom….<br />
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Where to start…? Too many things to list so I will just start my list for you and add to it as I go.<br />
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Thank you for…<br />
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<li>raising me all on your own</li>
<li>showing me the value and necessity of working hard</li>
<li>teaching me to say please and thank you</li>
<li>making me do my best in school or else</li>
<li>modeling southern hospitality</li>
<li>letting me spend my summers with granny and eat up her homemade french fries</li>
<li>teaching me to make ice box fruit cake, fry a mean pork chop, and make delicious sweet tea</li>
<li>dance classes, t-ball, cheerleading, ROTC, etc.</li>
<li>great hair for prom(s)</li>
<li>my pin-striped white Chevelle</li>
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Thanks for this and so much more….</div>
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I love you.</div>
Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-66787455001190839122014-02-04T19:35:00.000-08:002014-02-04T20:23:34.722-08:00Clarence Lamar Bradley II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I find it most fitting that I start my blog of thank yous with you. The wonderful things you have done for me and brought into my life in the passed 8+ years is countless. Yet I am so thankful for you.<br />
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Thanks for...<br />
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<li>loving me unconditionally</li>
<li>being a wonderful father to our children</li>
<li>being a great example of a what a real man is to all who know you</li>
<li>finding me sexy at 190#s, 250+#s, and even now as I shrink</li>
<li>fixing our cars, the kids cars, heck every one in the family's car</li>
<li>for allowing me to stay home with our children</li>
<li>supporting me as I went back to school</li>
<li>willingly and lovingly doing bedtime with Angel and Three.</li>
<li>being my Boaz</li>
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My love for you grows daily and so will this list. Mrs. Bradleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026696240973864727noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7120012454437285985.post-16165287924829058182014-02-02T19:00:00.000-08:002014-02-04T19:45:06.122-08:00Purpose Statement<i><span style="font-size: small;">For many years I have thought about all the people I have encountered in my life and how every one has taught me something. I wanted to write a book of thank yous. However, I will start with this blog. I will thank the countless people who have loved me, lost me, helped me, hurt me, and everything in between. </span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">I was sitting in church and the memory of the<b><span style="color: #741b47;"> THANK YOU Book</span></b> came to me again. So I search my Bible app for verses on "thank you" and I found the Philippians1:3 verse. That is why I named my blog http://philippians13.blogspot.com/.</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">......because for every person I blog about I truly....</span></i><br />
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<b>I thank my God every time I remember you.</b></h2>
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