"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Sunday morning I remembered to start dinner, so when we came home from church the whole house smelled of delicious roasted chicken and veggies and it was right ready to eat. Bliss. Later in the afternoon Isaiah wanted to drive the new van across the street to visit our neighbors. We compromised by taking a family drive around town and then to see a neighbor that lives a few blocks away. For a while, it's going to be a fun treat to go anywhere.

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