i am slowly
and painfully
realizing
that my idea
of our norm
is really my ideal.
and
not
even
close
to our norm.
in other news,
D told my sister he was growing wheat
but she thought he said weed.
either way,
it’s doing great.
We remember before our God and Father
your work produced by faith,
your labor prompted by love,
and your endurance inspired by hope
in our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Thessalonians 1:3
2536. amazing lasagna
2537. the kids in bed when i returned home
2538. watching L sleep peacefully
2539. a new bedroom setup
2540. reading books
