There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.
If you follow me on social media, you know this already… but guess what happened this week!
It means so much to me that Jesus rose – that He is alive with us in the baby snuggles and the new crocuses and the mocha cupcakes.
I had a lovely little idea that February would be the perfect month to focus on intimacy, and then I inherited a newborn baby.
I needed some focus points for the coming year, to hang my hat and hopes on, and give me something to keep getting out of bed for. You too?
I miss the face of a little child leaning over a birthday cake, blowing out all the candles, and no one seeing the germs.
The Christ child has been invited to tea parties, where he enjoyed raisins and pretzels and little chocolate cakes.
Today is my birthday! I’m turning thirty-eight, which is such an uncomfy number. And I’d love to hear from you.
This griddle. Hm. It has seen better days, and no wonder. It’s one of our wedding gifts, from seventeen years ago today.
After the pies are baked, they pop right out – like mini springform pans without the spring. They are the cutest ever.