This week has been a weird mixture of beautiful, spring color and long, slow labor that seems to lead nowhere. I'm exhausted and struggling to keep my peace. I am sure this little one really will come eventually. Perhaps that is just like Lent - our own struggle among long, slow, beautiful growth - the long awaited Pascha. Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!
|L caught a butterfly, and it left a tiny wing print on her finger.|
|I was really sure she'd come on Sunday...|
|Flowers are blooming and we're picking a few to enjoy inside.|
|Watching the girls play outside from the porch swing...|
|Adding each week to our memory verse garden|