I love you. And your smile, so much.
(You need a wee hair trim in the frontish regions, child. Poog will groom thee, hath no fears.)
"Yes, my dearest love?"
"Do you see a man skilled in his work? He will stand before kings and not before obscure men."
Bliss. :) You gotta love your men!!!
The moving of the house, chatting with the neighbors, then that picnic with the whole family, gathered under the pines trees, watching the movers do that last few things while we ate Mama's burgers and drank her coffee, talking, laughing, tossing a few pickles...it was a really special time that I love remembering. Daddy led us in prayer over the little house and for all who will live there. There is now another part of ground that has been covered in a memory soaked in joy and thanks to The One who created it, our Father Who gives good, good gifts to His children.
Happy evening, kind friend.