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.
Amen sista!
ReplyDeleteWay to be figurative instead of literal!
ReplyDeleteI love your summary of the day! (And...I'm pretty sure I couldn't make that face again if I tried)
ReplyDeleteLove it!
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