I spent the day at the pool with my two sissys and my friend Sherrelle and her little boy, and I told myself to not forget my camera, but I forgot my camera. I am a little bit pink on my cheeks - I never do sunscreen on myself. I feel silly blogging when I don't really have anything important to say. And I have nothing important to say right now. No advice or words of wisdom to offer the 3 followers of this blog.
I do feel like I need to journal about the sweet little prayers my Easton says each night. I bet Heavenly Father is on the edge of his seat waiting to hear the silly and sweet and innocent little things that kids say in their prayers. I know they melt my heart, even though Easton prays for the entire world twice while our dinner is getting cold. Each night when I tuck him in, he prays for the birds and the trees and his uncle's friend's cousin and for Jesus to make us more food and more blue houses and whatever random thoughts enter into the mind of a carefree four year old. Love it.
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Well, just so you know, I enjoy reading what you have to say and hearing the happiness in your words again.
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