pull out folded laundry
throw on floor
chew on socks
repeat
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i am brittany. married to steve; mama to gabe, ezra, titus and jonah. we live in the poorest neighborhood of the nation's oldest city where we are learning to missionally live in community with our neighbors.
here, i record the details of our days; the moments that remind me of the goodness of the creator as i learn to seek Him in all things and to see His glory all around.
when through the woods and forest glades i wander and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees; when i look down from lofty mountain grandeur and hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze: then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee: how great Thou art, how great Thou art!
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3 comments:
Lily does this, without the socks part. Now that I think about it, it would appear that men develop their strange relationship with socks--chewing on them, losing them, throwing them on the floor--at a very young age. Hmmm.
He is too cute! I want to meet him... when will you be in Guatemala next? :)
Very funny! I don't think I am ready for the excitement of crawling and pulling up but I know it is coming!
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