Sunday, November 24, 2013
The Chickens Love Sundays Because They Might Get Pancakes With Real Maple Syrup
Eleven o'clock in the morning and the boys just left with their daddy and what more could you ask from a Sunday than pancakes, bacon, painting and coloring, Rolling Stones dancing and all the gugga a grandmother can kiss from the neck of a baby?
If I were to preach a sermon (which I mostly definitely am not about to do) the title would be, "Because They Are My heart."
It is suddenly so quiet and at some point when I wasn't paying attention the sun came out full and when you say "miracle" I say, That's what I'm talking about.