Muffins. A box of coffee. 72 eggs.
Boy-filled minivans. Baby dinosaurs. Foam swords.
Snowy boots. Sunshine.
Bleeding toes. Helping hands.
Sleeping babies. New friends.
Pictures falling. Grace explained.
Toddler tea parties. Over-flowing cups. Wet tables.
Plans being made.
Stories told, and retold.
Girly giggles. Belly laughs.
A kitchen filled with cooks. A home filled to the brim.
Debates. Discussions. Physical therapy consults.
Crumbs. Spills. Empty egg cartons in the sink.
Boy-filled minivans. Baby dinosaurs. Foam swords.
Snowy boots. Sunshine.
Bleeding toes. Helping hands.
Sleeping babies. New friends.
Pictures falling. Grace explained.
Toddler tea parties. Over-flowing cups. Wet tables.
Plans being made.
Stories told, and retold.
Girly giggles. Belly laughs.
A kitchen filled with cooks. A home filled to the brim.
Debates. Discussions. Physical therapy consults.
Crumbs. Spills. Empty egg cartons in the sink.
Love.
Honesty.
Authenticity.
Honesty.
Authenticity.
It's a bit of a blur, but I do believe we had ourselves some church today.
Autumn is busy with her beautiful new baby girl, but check back soon for her take on Week 8's word, blur.