eastern red buds, just kids -book by patti smith, growing something you can eat, mamas being real about motherhood, fabric yoyos, the temperature changing ever so slightly when you go from downstairs to upstairs, that little bit of warmth making it feel like summer & almost smelling like it too in a way, gardenias, a meal without meat, naps on the couch, house dream plans, cold cold water to drink, backyards, yarn rolled into balls, playful little audrey comic books (from the 50s!!!) a moment to sit and look at a stack of catalogs, mark taking audrey to pickup townhouse just to give me some alone time, young and the restless, a new journal that’s square, getting awesome david gray tickets, ugly red carpet gone from our basement, mason jars, neighbors that you like, family friends-moms friends. dads friends. babies friends, watching audrey scoot her car (or the remote control in a car-like manner) across the floor, zinnias, braided hair and ‘davis’ the bird (or maybe it’s a new davis each year) that comes to live in the corner spot on our porch
Better late than never!
Click the link to see Audrey’s bday shout out
tiny frida when she joined our family 3 years ago. happy birthday to the best ‘companion dog’ ever!
Audrey laying down on the floor- to take a break for a little while, to play with something, to do a little rolling.
One day when Heaven was filled with His praises
One day when sin was as black as could be
Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin
Dwelt among men, my example is He
Word became flesh and the light shined among us
His glory revealed
Living, He loved me
Dying, He saved me
Buried, He carried my sins far away
Rising, He justified freely forever
One day He’s coming
Oh glorious day, oh glorious day
One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain
One day they nailed Him to die on a tree
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He
Hands that healed nations, stretched out on a tree
And took the nails for me
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the door
Then He arose, over death He had conquered
Now He’s ascended, my Lord evermore
Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him
From rising again
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming
One day the skies with His glories will shine
Wonderful day, my Beloved One, bringing
My Savior, Jesus, is mine
Oh, glorious day
Audrey and I spent a few hours with Grandpa earlier out by the lake and his garden, enjoying this perfect kind of day.
Chunky crayons in the works for Audrey’s little hands.