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Circle of Life


The sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

"From the day we arrived on this planet, The Circle of Life is moving us all." And yesterday our family circle widened, with many of us witnessing the surprise proposal as Brandon, on bended knee, asked for Jessica's hand in marriage with a sapphire and diamond ring. It was an emotional day filled with love, tears of joy and laughter.

Two families are now in the early stages of blending. We get to share treasured stories with fresh ears to hear. Our family gains a new son, grandson, brother, cousin, etc. Our daughter, Jessica, gains a second family of loving relatives.

Exciting plans will soon begin while "visions of sugarplums dance in our heads."
Wedding date, church, hall, gown, music, flowers, parties, colors, food, guest lists, invitations, oh my!

I've already started a mental list: lose more weight, learn to dance, earn more money and shop for my dress. However, my number one priority as the MOB is to enjoy the journey with my daughter and soon to be son-in-law as we march ever closer to that joyful processional down the aisle into happily ever after.

We found our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of Life


Sandra Warholic Seeley is the creator and author of Kanela's Korner and The Sandra Seeley Column. She is a lifelong educator whose teaching experience ranges from suburban Bethel Park, PA to Hawaii to urban Pittsburgh Public's Homewood, Hill District and Squirrel Hill communities. She has taught in every grade level from Kindergarten through Grade 5. She has a Master's Degree in Education from The University of Pittsburgh with a minor in English. Her passion has always been the teaching of Communications: Reading and Writer's Workshop. She is now a freelance writer. To contact the author, click the following link.

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