It's late. Today was a doozie. Lots of tired family members, missed naps, sad faces and tears. Mama wanted to crawl under a rock. But at the end of the day, I know where I come from, where my heart is and whose I am.
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| At the end of the day, amountain of clean laundry screams to be folded but my boys decide to jump in (50). |
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| At the end of the day, it is my Special K getting his next belt in Tae Kwon Do (51). |
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| At the end of the day, it is remembering my Pretty Princess and her joy in getting her face painted like a butterfly (52). |
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| At the end of the day, it is remembering Hubs and me out on a special date night, enjoying the Christmas trees and lights and how we got to here (53). At the end of the day, I am thankful for these precious people. I give thanks to God that tomorrow is a new day. I give thanks for some serious mercy and grace that the Father extends (54). At the end of the day, my heart is home. |
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You got all that done today? All we did was drag our sorry selves home. Clean laundry? What's that? :) Would have loved more time with you this week but so glad I got to lay eyes on you and your sweet ones. Hope we are together in May!
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