shawn

newfs, cross-stitching, reading, my son

Newfoundly yours,<br />shawn,Newman,Collins,Indy, Princess Jasmine, and baby Ariel<br /><br />\"Above the wind that screeched like a thousand banshees through the shrouds we heard the death throes of our ship against the rocks. Though the cliffs were less than a league away we prayed not for an angel to guide us through the boiling surf but the steadfast grip of a Newfy to take a line to shore.\"<br />*from \"New-found-friends,\" by Rachael Hale*