Below is a link to a blog I like to read. At the bottom of the blog page is a poem. It is so sweet and simple to me. I wanted to share it. It reads:
Tuesday, after a reckless and used day,
I was running and running without a chance to stop and chat at the sky
And finally, I stopped for a breath in the evening.
And suddenly I was caught by the scenery...
painting a picture of you.
Sarah Masen
Tuesday
www.chattingatthesky.com
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HE LIFTED ME OUT OF THE SLIMY PIT, OUT OF THE MUD AND MIRE; HE SET MY FEET UPON A ROCK AND GAVE ME A FIRM PLACE TO STAND. -PSALM 40:2
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
A day poems are written about...
Oh Glorious Day!
We took the family to the trail by the river yesterday. It was a gorgeous 75 degree day. A perfect day for water bottles, crackers and raspberries, bikes and bike trailers, and smoothies when we were done. I loved every minute of it.
Grandma & Grandpa Visit
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Rainy Weekend
Our girls come from a long line of fort builders on both sides of the family.

Watching the rain run down the path in the backyard.
Trying to find the illusive perfect dining table.
Could this be it? Hmmm.
Watching the rain run down the path in the backyard.
Could this be it? Hmmm.
Hopscotch for Maddie
Our cousin Maddie requested a video. We couldn't think of anything better than one of our favorite games- hopscotch! : ) Now it's your turn Maddie! : )
Edit to add: We had been yelling "Hooray!" in unison each time the girls made it to the end of the hopscotch board. But, my girls decided to leave me hanging and let me sound like a dork yelling hooray all by myself. Ha ha ha ha ; )
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