LOVING all things fabric. Need I say anything else?
LOVING our new favorite park that we found just yesterday.
LOVING Tirzah wearing shoes
LOVING the process of her courage. When we first arrived at the park, she did not want me to put her down. So we climbed the stairs together and we went down the twin blue slides, side by side, holding hands. This turned into climbing the slide (my hand on her little butt pushing her up!), which turned into her going down just holding me hand while I stood to the side. That turned into climbing the stairs and positioning herself on the slide... head first! I think that is her favorite way... she also enjoys going on her tummy with her feet first! What an adventurous side she has and I am LOVING it!!
LOVING this tea set that my Mama sent to me. It is beautiful in the afternoon light. It was a wedding present to them, almost 40 years ago.
LOVING that on Monday, while Alison and our daughters went for our Joanne's fabric date, we stopped at the Starbucks in downtown DuPont. The sweet girl at the drive-through window was glowing as she exclaimed: "The person in front of you bought your drinks!" What a blessing! She went on to say that this "chain" had been going on for about 10 minutes! So Aunt Carol, we used your gift card to buy the gentleman behind us his drink as well! Absolutely LOVING that someone just decided to do something nice and then how the Lord multiplied that gift over and over again. I wonder how long the chain continued?
LOVING these dried flowers Daniel had waiting for me when Tirzah and I returned home from Florida.
LOVING Tirzah's red hair in a ponytail
LOVING contemplating the spiritual truths behind gardening as I dirty my hands in the soil. Can anything good grow without the preparation of the soil?
LOVING raincoats together
LOVING the gifts that are endless from HIM
795. Afternoon light
796. Oven mitts gone stained
800. Hard discussions
801. Seeing a bit more into his world
807. Oatmeal raisin cookies
808. Small plates set for tea-him and I
813. A pair of bald eagles soaring!
816. Dirt under the fingernails
820. Homesteading dreams
826. Scuffled noise of slippered feet on morning's floor
827. That hue of golden morning light in the stairwell
829. Fresh blueberry muffins for breakfast
839. Smell of soil
840. Dirt running through her hands
841. Sunshine in Mason jars
846. This moment: the sunset, a glass of wine, and Beethoven while Tirzah does just this:
Forever and only I am LOVING my sweet husband Daniel
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