Every once in a while, when I’m having an off day, I like to go down to the kindergarten and first grade hallway to check out the work hanging there. Sometimes I don’t even have to know what it’s supposed to be before I start to feel better.
Sunday morning service can seem like forever when you are a four-year-old redhead with squirmy tendencies.
Today I was sitting next to LeeAnn’s youngest. He was randomly barking out numbers under the cover of one of the hymns, thinking no one could hear him. It sounded like a quarterback calling plays. Have I mentioned I adore her kids?