My journal entries feel like a friend I have neglected. I miss my time in solitude, pondering the blessings of the day. I do still ponder them, but it's as my tired head hits the pillow at night and sleep releases all the thoughts of the day.
What has blessed me or pricked my heart this week:
- When I first met this little boy in March, his father had just died. He spent lunch time with his head on the table or he sat gazing with a faraway look on his face. Today there is a sparkle in his eyes. He greets me with a smile and I even detect a little mischief there.
- Another little first grade boy has a hard time staying out of mischief. He walks up and hands me a paper. His teacher had him write this for me after I scolded him the week before. Ha, ha! I had forgotten that we used to be made to do this when we were kids. I'm saving it : )
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I do not hit others with lunch bag. |
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- Daughter #4 had her end-of-the-year piano recital. I like the venue her teacher uses. It's Talmadge Recital Hall at Hollins University. She
loves the Steinway grand piano there.
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Practicing on our Boston piano. It's made by the Steinway company, but it's nowhere near the same sound as the one below. |
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Talmade Recital Hall |
- Reading two of my daughter's blogs. Their lives are so very different, yet both so wonderfully exciting. Daughter #1's life is centered on a baby and a toddler, observing life through the comical, endearing ways of children. Daughter #2's life is one of high adventure and sharing new places with breathtaking photos. Both their lives are fulfilling and complete. I ponder this quite a bit.
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Daughter #1 |
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Daughter #2 |
- Sitting on the porch with Daughter #3 and catching up. This is a rare occurrence that is perhaps becoming less rare : )
- B. had us over, along with some other friends, for a casual summertime dinner on their porch. As evening passed and night closed in, we stayed out there and visited by candlelight.
There are so many good things in this post - I don't know where to start. You have a wonderful family; a wonderful life.
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