Yesterday was our anniversary. Seven years baby! To celebrate . . . well, lets see . . . Wyatt got up early to go to his Sunday meetings. Meanwhile I wrestled the babies into their Sunday clothes. At church Wyatt referreed between Calvin and Olivia until Calvin finally passed out from exhaustion (church time = nap time). After church we got Cal down for a nap, Olivia watched Peep, Wyatt surfed the internet, and I attempted to clean the house. Seven years, baby!
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Andrea
Matilda
Elijah
Penelope
Pelican
Seraphina
Or Anj for short.
I {Heart} My Kid’s Art
A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes
The new country lay open before me: there were no fences in those days, and I could choose my own way over the grass uplands, trusting the pony to get me home again. Sometimes I followed the sunflower-bordered roads. Fuchs told me that the sunflowers were introduced into that country by the Mormons; that at the time of the persecution, when they left Missouri and struck out into the wilderness to find a place where they could worship God in their own way, the members of the first exploring party, crossing the plains to Utah, scattered sunflower seed as they went. The next summer, when the long trains of wagons came through with all the women and children, they had the sunflower trail to follow. I believe that botanists do not confirm Fuchs’s story, but insist that the sunflower was native to those plains. Nevertheless, that legend has stuck in my mind, and sunflower-bordered roads always seem to me the roads to freedom.
— Willa CatherArtsy Fartsy
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