I have to laugh. Really. Because we sat out there in those broken down lawn chairs and talked as fast as we could in the time that we had. Catching up like two school girls while we each held a stick in our hands. Encroaching chickens, you know. We chat and whack.
Jobs, and hurting hearts. Cute jeans or just jeans that are long enough. The "vacation". Homeschooling. Very, VERY tight spots.
Shaking our heads in mutual sorrow. Laughing. Angels and prayers. What God is really up to. As if we could ever really know. Planning for fun for the kids and for us.
Sunscreen on. More ice for cold coffee, and the kids are sure quiet in the pool today. Sharing a letter.
Being real. Really. Moving chairs to the shade, but keeping dresses pulled up high to get some sun on our Montana skin. Ladies in dresses drinking cold coffee and...