in the world this very minute…
A mama who reads to her baby birds just before naptime.
What’s right in your world this very minute?
Happy Weekend my friends!
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in the world this very minute…
A mama who reads to her baby birds just before naptime.
What’s right in your world this very minute?
Happy Weekend my friends!
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“I have never been able to think of the day as one of mourning; I have never quite been able to feel that half-masted flags were appropriate on Decoration Day. I have rather felt that the flag should be at the peak, because those whose dying we commemorate rejoiced in seeing it where their valor placed it. We honor them in a joyous, thankful, triumphant commemoration of what they did.”
~Benjamin Harrison
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After days of rain…
the sun peeked out between all those clouds–for just a little minute. So Lily, Beckham and I rushed over to the school yard at the end of the block. We had the place completely to ourselves…
which meant that I could sit in the car with the doors open and just let them run and play. Yes, yes…I was being Lazy-Bones-Jones but they were happy–I was happy–so all was right with the world.
Then Beck rushed back to tell me something that he totally forgot by the time he got to the sidewalk…
and spied a row of teeny tiny ants–very, very interesting when you’re just 3 years old.
Very…very. And while he was contemplating the little critters…
Lily ran back to the car with some treasures of her own…
just in the nick of time!
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PS–the bald kid tells me–now that he’s left the valley–the rain should clear up soon. He swears it was only here because he and I love it so much. I guess we’ll see.
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