Hi Helen! Thanks for using my layout!
I think you will want to try this code though:
http://blog.skemaholicsanonymous.com/autumnal-face-ning-theme/

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Helen.
much love,
alpana

Cute Graphics

Hi Helen, Happy New Year to you and yours:}

Friends are flowers ...
Flowers are planted along our path so we can find
spring throughout the year.

When autumn arrives, full of beauty and melancholy, these friends are bringing us joy.

When winter comes cold and dark, bringing nostalgia and long nights, friends bring us warmth and light with
the brightness of his presence.

These beautiful flowers perfume our lives and make us see we are not alone.
Hours are shared, hours of care, hours of love and care.

A friend gives without expecting a return, who gives himself the pleasure of seeing the happiness of another is a flower that deserves
special care; be a large and important just because it excites us to exist.

It's someone who can reach our soul ...
It is a gift from God.
If everyone in turn and in the midst of this world, a flower, even if
a single flower of friendship born in our garden, then life will have been worthwhile.

Friends are poems ...
True friends are the poetry of life.
They fill our days of colors, rhymes, and hold hands when walking seems difficult.

They show us that even on cloudy days the sun is in the same place, and
teach that the rain can be a lullaby on lonely nights and empty.

A friend is someone who never leaves us alone, even when it can not be present,
because we know that a piece of your heart is with us.
A friend is someone who thinks in us, even apart from a thousand seas.

It's someone who we know that life is worth living ...
A friend does not always say yes, say yes when, not when we say no.
But it will make us understand clearly what we can not understand themselves.

A friend is a precious commodity that we must not stored in a jewelry box to use it when needed,
but have you ever present to us, showing the world that even wealth is to have a true friend.

Friends are flowers ...
Friends are poems ...
Like flowers, should be cultivated with care and dedication to the storms of life are not torn apart its petals and so we can have your perfume in all seasons.

As poems should be felt in more subtle fibers of the soul, with respect and gratitude, to be the melody
laughing our hours to pack in all periods of the year.

(Leticia Thompson)

Friends are flowers ...
Flowers are planted along our path so we can find
spring throughout the year.

When autumn arrives, full of beauty and melancholy, these friends are bringing us joy.

When winter comes cold and dark, bringing nostalgia and long nights, friends bring us warmth and light with
the brightness of his presence.

These beautiful flowers perfume our lives and make us see we are not alone.
Hours are shared, hours of care, hours of love and care.

A friend gives without expecting a return, who gives himself the pleasure of seeing the happiness of another is a flower that deserves
special care; be a large and important just because it excites us to exist.

It's someone who can reach our soul ...
It is a gift from God.
If everyone in turn and in the midst of this world, a flower, even if
a single flower of friendship born in our garden, then life will have been worthwhile.

Friends are poems ...
True friends are the poetry of life.
They fill our days of colors, rhymes, and hold hands when walking seems difficult.

They show us that even on cloudy days the sun is in the same place, and
teach that the rain can be a lullaby on lonely nights and empty.

A friend is someone who never leaves us alone, even when it can not be present,
because we know that a piece of your heart is with us.
A friend is someone who thinks in us, even apart from a thousand seas.

It's someone who we know that life is worth living ...
A friend does not always say yes, say yes when, not when we say no.
But it will make us understand clearly what we can not understand themselves.

A friend is a precious commodity that we must not stored in a jewelry box to use it when needed,
but have you ever present to us, showing the world that even wealth is to have a true friend.

Friends are flowers ...
Friends are poems ...
Like flowers, should be cultivated with care and dedication to the storms of life are not torn apart its petals and so we can have your perfume in all seasons.

As poems should be felt in more subtle fibers of the soul, with respect and gratitude, to be the melody
laughing our hours to pack in all periods of the year.

(Leticia Thompson)

You too - with many blessings in return!

Thank you - you as well in return!