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Monday Morning

While we slept last night, a cold invaded our little house. Anna is lying on the couch, glassy-eyed and pathetic. Therese is already asleep again at 8:00 in the morning. The box of tissues has been relocated for quicker access. Outside isn't looking much better. It is drizzly and drippy out there too. And chilly. We used the fireplace this morning to warm our toes and our spirits. It seems like the perfect time to pour myself a warm cup of coffee and try to catch up on capturing the little moments in our little lives.

A rainy day last week. It rained it gusts and spurts, providing the kids an hour or so of fun.

Baby feet. What could be sweeter?

Pondering.
 I often wonder what she is thinking.

Carefree.

The road was filled with rainwater. Jack scooped it up into his boots.
Then he sloshed around until they needed to be reloaded.

A dear friend from our days in Tennesse has begun a baking business.
We won a drawing for a loaf of her bread.
It paired perfectly with a warm bowl of homemade soup on that rainy evening.
Go see her blog. You'll be glad you stopped by!

I realize that this is not a great shot of anyone. But it is us, gathered together for dinner.
And that is a great thing.

These clouds were so beautiful that I just stared out the door for a long time,
when I should really have been doing a million other things.
I'm glad I chose to stay at the door.

Dusk is arriving earlier each day.
The changing of the seasons is so amazing.

Comments

  1. Jamie JoOctober 3, 2011 at 8:52 AM

    What a fun post Jenny! I love the baby feet best!

    (and that bread, I think I could taste it through the computer!)

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