I was excited to spend a day with Oliver a little while back while Danica had a long day of shoots. We played trains inside for a little while then went outside with Onyx. Oliver loves planes and birds flying around. We threw sticks for Onyx to chase, spun the big flower in the garden, and played peek a boo with the shed door. I absolutely *love* Oliver’s surprised face! He is so full of life and joy!While Oliver took his nap, I spent some time with Danica’s succulents. Danica has the greatest planters full of the nicest, little succulents so vibrant and colorful!
Recently a challenge was posted on Lesa’s blog to bring Tori …EVERYWHERE with the hashtag #ToriTravels! That day I printed a picture and took Tori with me to Innsbruck and sat a while by the pond and found flowers for mother’s day.
The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul.
He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley,
I will fear no evil, for you are with me;
your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
I love, Love, LOVE Aunt Judy’s gardens! She has fun flowers in fun colors.
A favorite haunt for my friend Jamie and I is Minnehaha Falls. It is considered favored even if we only get there once a year. We walk around, hunting down forget-me-nots, sit on a bench or the grass by Hiawatha and Minnehaha, check if the Falls are strong or not. We spend this time talking about life, questions, worries, what we are learning. I’m pretty sure we’ve both cried and we always find something to laugh about. There is always prayer and almost always food.
In this meadow starred with spring
Shepherds kneel before their king.
Mary throned, with dreaming eyes,
Gowned in blue like rain-washed skies,
Lifts her tiny son that he
May behold their courtesy.
And green-smocked children, awed and good,
Bring him blossoms from the wood.
Clear the sunlit steeples chime
Loud the happy children quire
To the golden-windowed morn;
While the lord of their desire
Sleeps below the crimson thorn.