You can have the last piece, my daughter says to her younger brother at the breakfast table. That is hard to do when bacon is your favorite.
You are such a good artist. One student to another in my art class during show and share time.
The prayers of my children.
Light that caught you, a reflection that surprised you, a shadow that fell lovely...
This morning as we are driving to co-op. It is misty and the clouds are purple-gray with power and as morning starts to awaken an orange glow penetrates the gloom and rims the clouds with brilliant reds and oranges and all I can manage to utter in awe as we quietly drive is thank you Lord...
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