Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. Psalms 127:3-5
Wonderful, wonderful!!! Oh how fun this will be for me! You know, one of my joys is going to a blog of someone(s) I love and sharing in their lives. I look so forward to watching your life designs and growth. Love to all, Mrs. Margaret
AND THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY FLOWERS! PERHAPS THERE ARE TOO MANY CHILDREN WHEN THE BED SPRINGS BEGIN TO POP OUT OF THE MATTRESSES AND SPRING THE BEDBUGS UP TO THE HEAVENS; AND THE WALLS FALL DOWN FROM TOO MANY CRAYOLAS WAXED UPON THE STUCCO; AND THE STAIRS FORM INTO FOOT SHAPED PADS THAT LEAD TO NOWHERE... BUT UNTIL THEN... LET THE LITTLE FLOWERS BLOOM! mrs. margaret, again
Wonderful, wonderful!!! Oh how fun this will be for me! You know, one of my joys is going to a blog of someone(s) I love and sharing in their lives. I look so forward to watching your life designs and growth. Love to all,
ReplyDeleteMrs. Margaret
AND THERE ARE NEVER TOO MANY FLOWERS!
ReplyDeletePERHAPS THERE ARE TOO MANY CHILDREN WHEN THE BED SPRINGS BEGIN TO POP OUT OF THE MATTRESSES AND SPRING THE BEDBUGS UP TO THE HEAVENS; AND THE WALLS FALL DOWN FROM TOO MANY CRAYOLAS WAXED UPON THE STUCCO; AND THE STAIRS FORM INTO FOOT SHAPED PADS THAT LEAD TO NOWHERE... BUT UNTIL THEN... LET THE LITTLE FLOWERS BLOOM!
mrs. margaret, again
Oops, I have one more thing to say.
ReplyDeleteLucas, you rock with the camera!