Every morning, after McKay kisses us goodbye and leave for work, Tyler, Jamie, and I carry bowls of steaming oatmeal topped with brown sugar and frozen blueberries to the dining room table. Jamie reigns over us from her high chair smearing oatmeal on everything in reach; Tyler picks out all his berries, puts them on the table, and carefully spoons out the top layer of dissolved brown sugar on top ("DON'T STIR IT MOM!!!"), eats it, and leaves the actual oatmeal more or less untouched. I sit back in my chair and look out our dining room window, which I would show you if I knew where our old camera's cord was.
Our backyard is magic in the morning. The sun at 7:30 just starts to filter over the trees into our yard through all the leaves.
This is not our backyard, but this reminds me of it. I love sitting there for the ten minutes that Jamie will let me, just soaking in the goodness of green and light and life, thinking about big life decisions that have to be made and diving into some good news:
A friend from BYU whose blog I stalk regularly shared her wonderful idea/goal for this year, and I am doing my best to keep up:
I am almost through with Acts now. I'm amazed at how much more sense the scriptures make when you read them more than a chapter at a time. Also at the gems I never noticed before like Acts 17:27-28.
Que soul resonation.
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Haha! Thanks for the shout out. :D I am falling behind, but I am really enjoying the old testament. Reading it so often makes it feel like it was not so very long ago and that the prophets and Israelites are all my friends.
P.S. I wish my backyard looked like that too- and Ben does the same thing with his oatmeal unless I stir it into the pot before I give it to him. Muah haha. :D
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