Wednesday, October 03, 2012

You Floor Me, Gomer.

As the mom of three girls five and under, I never know what each day will hold. Some days I can manage to fly through my house and accomplish great things. Some days I don't so much as get my washcloths folded. I just try to keep my girls from getting into everything so that Denbigh can work on things. He has almost finished the kitchen floor. What a glorious thing! We had to take a break and hit the road for a few days to lead worship. I'm signing off with this short blurb so I can squeeze in some r&r before all my children are up again. Love y'all. 

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