I got home from lunch and E and L informed me they had "pink hands" from making me a present. L kept splaying his fingers energetically and saying," PINK, PINK!"
E is picking brother L up. There is less than 10 lbs different in their weights.
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
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