Slowing down...and looking up.
Reminders that our strength comes from HIM alone...
And I think He's looking out for the Mama's.
Cups of tea...and games of Cribbage.
Heavy conversations. Healing conversations. Hilarious conversations.
The very best kinds of conversations...
Making popcorn. And making pie.
Always with a helping hand...or six.
Never a perfect outcome...but rarely a complaint from four hungry men.
Gracious to this Prego Mama, they are indeed...
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Bringing order back from chaos...
Even if just for a moment...until it returns again.
And then we wash, rinse, and repeat again.
And again...
Gifts from the girls.
Each and every morning...
And gifts from my boys...in that they go out in the freeze to collect the eggs and give fresh water.
While I stay inside in my cozies...
And pizzas ginormous...with no dishes for the Mama.
Coffee by local roasters.
And inspiration on their front porch that I just may try and re-create...
Adorable.
A little boy in his own little world of cars - with his kitty looking on.
A household of boys...and Play-doh.
And reminders of why I only get out that said Play-doh every great once in awhile.
Daddy snuggles.
They slay me.
Homemade goodness cooling on my counter.
Good for breakfast, lunch, or supper.
Or - all of the above.
Again. Daddy snuggles.
And Wheel of Fortune.
A winning combination...
And...
Rest for the weary.
Food for the tummies.
Fire for its warmth.
Time for the family.
Resulting in....being ready for the new week....
"Love is life..." ~ Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace.
#4246- 4261 ~ My Joy Journey
You know, that bread sure looks yummy - is the recipe anywhere?
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