keeping it real

Well, I would love to report that ^ these ^ were my zinnias, but NOPE. These are my neighbor's zinnias. He's 80+, so I think he has an advantage.

^These are my zinnias^. For the record, this blog is not even my own reality most of the time. It is my collection of the bright and shiny parts of our life over here. I've found it is God's way of reminding me of what is good/lovely in my life: pretty paintings, precious kids, His love, etc.
I keep this V-tine card (katie daisey) wedged in the shelf in my kitchen. Sometimes I laugh when I see it because "beautiful" does not sum up some of our moments. Like when I am inadvertently yelling in Max's itty bitty baby ears, as I am holding him while screaming at the big kids for various reason. When  he starts talking, he will probably be yelling.

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