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Finding JOY at home, each and every day.
“Master of the Light”
I praise thee when each pastel stroke of sunrise
seems for me,
And every lustrous breeze
Ignites my soul
With glowing testament of thee.
But when my shoulders—
Burdened, bent to dust—
Refuse to lift, Forget to trust,
I glory, Master Artist of the Light,
That I can still find thee in the night.
-Jean Seifert
3 comments:
that looks like a cup i would find in my house from madison!
That great! I guess boys are mostly the same. I find things like that all the time. Gotta love it!
Yes, Jamie--our second gal was a tomboy too and she brought in and gave us many "nature presents" like pine cones, bugs, and rocks. I have since put my foot down about the rocks...they go in a collection or they stay outside.
Melissa,
Thankfully Jonathan's mudcake (not pie!) was left outside on the porch and not smuggled into my freezer like your boys.
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