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.
I preached a sermon on my blog today as well! Word!
ReplyDeleteGreat way to start off a Sunday morning ~ plenty of maple syrup and gugga!
ReplyDeleteBecause it is sunny, because it is my heart. Testify!
ReplyDeleteMIRACLE! Say it! Repeat after me.....uh wait, you said it first. Miracle!
ReplyDeleteMiracles everywhere. What a world we have made here where we can witness each other's miracles and feel our hearts so glad. Your grandsons faces, such miracles.
ReplyDeleteWe had pancakes this morning too. Good stuff.
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