Where you go, I will go; where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people for your God is my God.

Monday, September 15, 2014

Breakfast

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Fall is in the air here….somehow it draws us outside early.  We watch the sun dance over the leaves, listen to the birds awaken, and breath deep while we enjoy our oatmeal. 

Sweet Dreams

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I may just be emotional, but I have to hold back tears every time I see this picture.  She’s growing oh-so-fast.  I would say too fast, but time is in God’s hands, so I know His timing is just right. 

Rock, rock.

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We love our hammock.  Or our “rock, rock” in Job terms.

Where’s Job?

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When you are finishing dinner with help from your two-year-old and all of a sudden you realize the non-stop chatter stopped about 30 seconds ago, you stop what you are doing.  And locate the two-year-old immediately.  10681761_840711722627373_188684935_n

I ask, “Where’s Job?” 10656418_840711662627379_2026737139_n

He pops out yelling, “Aqui esta!!” 

My precious, precious boy.