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The little dogs are as different from one another as can be. This one has issues.  But I will give him this, he is as loyal as the day is long. When Aidan leaves the house, this is where you will find him….

Have a glorious Easter, the ultimate fresh start. Gal 2:20

God bless.

right now…

…I am in need of a haircut

…husband and daughter are sitting at the table studying – separately but together

…some of the spring flowers were frostbitten (I tend to forget I am in charge of them) some are happily rooted in a new/old German crock

…two tiny people are deep asleep after an afternoon at the lake, while another is too tired to sleep 

…protein bars are in the oven, not particularly delicious but meatless and grainfree and will see me through Holy Week

…a newly sewn peasant blouse is hanging in Tess' closet awaiting its headband

…that closet could probably stand to be sorted well (they grow, they grow – sigh!)

…I am loving the candle burning on the cart in the entry 

…we are watching the mail for a letter from Asher

…I am thinking that confidence and courage have less to do with how you feel than what you do

random lately's:

(More life in black and white at The Long Road to China)

It is beautifully warm and sunny in our neck of the woods.  Hope Mother Nature is treating you as well! It has been a very full week here.  Full month.  And still filling.  But I hope to catch up soon. 

"Marry me…

You wear white

and I'll wear out the words I love you

And you're beautiful.

Promise me you'll be happy by my side

I promise to sing to you when the music dies

say you will, say you will

Marry me." 

– Train

Facebook folks have heard the news – my baby is getting married.  

The one whose name means Happy and Blessed

to this beautiful girl whom we adore. 

(rest of the session here or here -with slideshow button on top right of screen) 

From The Rime of the Acient Mariner-

The moving Moon went up the sky.
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside-

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge 

(1772-1834)