April 16, 1998
How merciful is our Lord who has not given us what we deserve. He has sacrificed Himself so that we might be forgiven and reign with Him. This makes no sense! He is all mystery.
April 19, 1998
Bright and sunny in the east
Hazy and overcast in the west
Kitty paws squeeking at the door
A Blue Jay outisde my window piping
Sunday
I had a dream last night. My husband sent the children to school in a rain storm without coats. I called the school and told them I had wanted to homeschool today! What a silly dream!
April 22, 1998
Spring.
Birds singing and chirping.
Trees budding, bulbs blooming.
Mud!
Cubby.
Blond hair; blue-gray-green eyes.
Tall and wirey.
Pushy, loud, inattentive,
Sensitive, unpretentious, innocent.
My son.
Laurel.
Light brown braids and clear blue eyes.
Freckles.
In pinks and pastels and long skirted dresses.
Smiles from the heart.
A willing helper.
(Nosey, opinionated.)
Little Lady.
May 7, 1998
Yesterday Laurel was trying to get cinnamon out of a big container. Her fingers were not long enough to reach through the slot in the lid and get the spice out. "Mom, would it be O.K. if I took the roof off?"
4 comments:
Jean, I like your comment from April 16, 1998. I just finished reading a book that said somethiing similar.
Laurel?
BLN. I'm the only one who calls her by that name :-).
I was worried there was a very sad story I had not heard.
My best friend in college was named Laurel.
I had never heard of it but thought it was perfect for her.
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