June 1
We went to the splash park today . . . it wasn’t so splashy.
Those precious hands held on tight to your stroller. I wonder . . . what will the Lord have you craft or hold with those hands?
For now they shall be content to hold my necklace, ushering in your new tooth.
June 2
June 3 -- the picture is on my phone!
June 4
The Farmer’s Market . . . yard work . . . and a home fellowship cookout.
A busy day that ended with a kiss from Ruth.
June 5
Today is our anniversary. Your dad and I have been married 12 years.
12 amazing years.
Naomi, should the Lord tarry, I pray that you meet and marry a man like your father.
A man who loves Jesus . . . leads with a gentleness, studies the Word to discern truth in this life, woo’s you throughout your married years, cherishes you, works unto the Lord, and is steady and faithful.
A man who is a real man. A man after God’s own heart.
Like your dad. My boyfriend. My husband.
(The view from when I nursed you after our bike ride.)
June 6
You are loved.
June 7
It was a big day today. A day that warranted munching on a hardly used pacifier.
A long awaited moment. An eruption of activity.
You. Have. A. Tooth.
Please don’t bite me, sweet one.
June 8
A perfect outfit to wear to start eating green beans . . . fresh, local green beans.
Today, you experienced your first car wash. And you didn’t cry.
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