My little race car is 4 months old this week and I'm trying to act like a mother of three who isn't several months behind on her life. He's doing well and we are so thankful for his sweet smiles and his strength.
A couple of weekends ago, my brother put on a mini Singing School for our congregation and J had a great time. I am certainly biased, but those piano lessons sure do help song leaders!
Pocket Poetry
Defeated.
Not actually, but the feeling.
Brick walls in place of the exits.
Exhausted.
Outnumbered. Over-touched. Crowded and out of space.
And it is Wednesday.
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