The other evening was gorgeous. Started cooling off, soft breeze. The sun was lowering and our backyard in spring is so sweet. There are big trees and the light was filtering through. Right then I looked up to see my boy leaning over our just-sprouting garden. It was like something from a photograph. I looked at my man, working on something in the garage, and was overwhelmed with the blessings of God. Less than a year ago we lived in someone’s basement. Within a span of 3 weeks, He helped pry open our hands to buying a house immediately and proceeded to unveil the hand-picked “cottage” rental house and hand-picked neighbors just across the way. Is this really my life? Because I love it.
Another great post, Jamie! I knew you’d be really good at this!