Morning time in our bedroom often looks like this these days. Sweet and easy and warm. It turns out to be exactly what I need to get through the day. Isn't that how it always works?
Sweet, intentional moments help me know I'm loved. There is a Hand in my life I've learned to trust.
Morg and his endless stash of "tiny cars" (as he calls them), and my fuzzy Danny boy, smiley and full of sun.
It's true. I love my boys.
For monday:
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