Right now, I'm counting every single one of my blessings. It seems like there has been sad news from friends and family and in the news throughout the year. Our prayer box keeps filling up.
We had a nice Mother's Day. Conner painted a picture frame at school that he was bursting to give me. I love the pictures that's in it. Graham continues to surprise us with his ability to talk - he comes up with four word sentences and uses pronouns. He's a real riot chasing after his brother, climbing up on the couch to sit next to him, and saying things like "love you". Boy is this a cute age. Can I just freeze this time? Mostly I'm trying to keep up with their energy and zest for life (maybe its more like zest for creating mud piles).
Conner making a mud pile. This is the picture in the frame he made.
Graham eating his first corn on the cob. He loves to eat!