Well. Not entirely unexpected, but it was weird. The weather the past few days was fairly nice, and on Friday night we actually had thunderstorms. It was strange to have a big, blowy snow after all that. It was a perfect day for holing up in the house after church in my pajamas, though!
*We interrupt this post to say “Happy Birthday, Deborah!”*
Last week Bethany (Deborah’s daughter) brought by the following poem. At first I was just enamored of the cuteness of her spelling and her thoughtfulness at noticing the poem’s author (Ralph, Wally and Emme are named for him), but today I actually read it for what it was.
How beautiful. I don’t often read poetry, but I’m thinking that maybe I should.
Emme liked it, too.