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shockoe slip

#31

one down!

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if i am silent, even bagels cry out His glory

*28

cosmo + hat day = happy

playing with hair [pretty, pretty!]

-27-

here only fairies heed my songs

[23]

Joel makes cookies.

church hunting.

[21] my camera hates me

so i’ll turn to words for tonight.

my apologies to my fellow grammar-nerds. capitalization isn’t priority at present.

his eyes dance, but his smile thrills. laughter shakes him and his eyes turn up into halfmoons, brimful of abandon and delight.

“hiii!! hiiiiii!!!” and furious waving accompany a sighting of potential friends. everyone laughs with him until the nagging to-do list and the office stupor is shaken off for a moment. so young, yet he is old in the way of his gift–delight.

lively music compels him to burst into raptured twirling and giggles, and when i sing to him in the bathtub, the bubbles whirl slowly to a stop as he listens with devotion. as the last note echoes off of the bathroom walls, he erupts in a riot of laughter and babyish applause.

a.’s joy in the mundane tumbles through the adult world with a breathless cry to join in the adventure. he stops on the stairs in the afternoon and marvels at rainbows cast by prisms in the cut glass around the window.  he flips and strokes my hair and then pats his own head: “hahr?”zucchini bread turns him into a twinkle-eyed, ravenous creature, and everyone howls at his antics until we’re breathless.

[Lord, teach us to laugh]

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my focus hates me.

If a sudden jar can cause me to speak an impatient, unloving word, then I know nothing of Calvary love. [for a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted] - Amy Carmichael, If

i hunted for sky

but i only found splashes of distorted light.