Thursday, July 24, 2014

His light

 
 
 
 
 
 

 



Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The front porch

 
 Thirty-two years ago, my dad nailed together a porch for my childhood home. It was base for games of tag, our school room on warm days, and under the clematis vines eighteen years ago, it became the chapel where I said my wedding vows. 
 
This summer, our tired porch was rebuilt by my husband and three sons working alongside the man who first sketched the plans for this house and crafted the home that was mine...and became ours. 
 
God is gracious.
 
 

 
 
 
:: Papa Monte and Monte B. ::

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Her baby. My baby.

This girl loves her baby.
 
 
 
 
 
 



 
And goodness, do I love this girl.