My Cup Overfloweth
Warm weather, a breeze, Natalie making you a special cup of lemonade (aka dirty, recycled water) while she enjoys a popsicle of her own and Sutton playing peek-a-boo while opening and shutting the playhouse door over and over.

Note those sweet little feet crossed at the ankles. Such a little lady.

Taller and taller.

Always happy (almost).

I came inside to finish putting the dishes away from breakfast and the smile on my face was as evident to me as the heat in my cheeks from the warm spring sun. I looked at the imaginary play and exploration going on outside. I listened as Natalie interrupted her own stories to tend to Sutton and make sure he was okay. I felt the breeze blow through the screen door and I was content. I thanked God for these children and my home and wondered, "Are these the good ole days? They MUST be." Then I remembered how I've thought this before, a year or 2 years or 7 years and 10 months ago. I think my smile got bigger as I realized that the good ole days are just getting better and better. Can it truly be that the best is yet to come? I'll just bask in the days I'm given and hope for the best for the future. I guess you could say, for today at least, my glass of dirty, make-believe lemonade is half full. I have a feeling this is why:
"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for wholeness and not for evil, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11