37/365.

Meatlover.

We always make heart-shaped meatloaf on February 14th.
It came a little early this year.

Sweet heart, right? (pun intended.)

36/365.

A boy after my own heart.


(Mommy wasn't there.)

Still learning the basics:

these jars are mighty fragile, I am mighty clumsy, etc.

35/365.

I know you've been waiting...




Man, how I do love him.

34/365.

Calling All Best Friends.

Now you know what I expect.
(big yellow hair, blue face, and great earrings would also be nice, but not required).

33/365.

My new space for a time.

THE most comfortable bed I have ever used.
Leave it to the Norwegians.

32/365

good food + good friends = sweet farewell.

Lunch: A quaint spot in the Highlands.

Dinner: A homey spot in Vinings.

31/365.

I took these stones to the foot of the cross.

I left them at the foot of the cross.

And with hands still dirty, I took the bread and drank of the cup.

I gave Thanks.

Thanks be to God.