This morning as we drove to the YMCA Reid excitedly proclaimed "Look Mommy, I found the grass!"
Oh dear grass, how happy we are to see you.
Tonight I am grateful for the glimmering hope that the grass will return. I'm grateful for a quiet street, that bursts with excitement once it is finally warm enough to walk its length. I'm grateful for a husband who listens, and who makes me want to be better each and every day. I'm grateful for kind caregivers, who aren't just patient with their own children, but with others' children as well.
I'm grateful that blogging each day has helped me to see the Lord's hand in my life. Each day really is a gift from Him.
Oh dear grass, how happy we are to see you.
Tonight I am grateful for the glimmering hope that the grass will return. I'm grateful for a quiet street, that bursts with excitement once it is finally warm enough to walk its length. I'm grateful for a husband who listens, and who makes me want to be better each and every day. I'm grateful for kind caregivers, who aren't just patient with their own children, but with others' children as well.
I'm grateful that blogging each day has helped me to see the Lord's hand in my life. Each day really is a gift from Him.
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