Sometimes when the grandchildren visit, we have quiet times sitting on Grandpa's lap. . .
Watching the street crew in front of our house replacing the street slab by slab. . .
Brett praying and . . .
Reading so well from his Rhyming Bible. . . .
Painting snakes. . . .
and flower pots.
When Libby breaks into her stream of conscious song, "The Bunny and the Butterfly". . .
When they wrestle and when. . . .They just make each other laugh! Brett, Davis, Roman, Libby, Eli, Anna---you bring such richness to our lives---we are blessed.
2 comments:
We are equally blessed!
fun times ... i agree. :) love coming 'home'.
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