Our Song

This weekend was lovely, slow and sunny and full of family time.  On Saturday, Brees was 

up at the crack of dawn, ready to start our weekend with the roosters.  We decided to 

let Shawn and Belle sleep in, grabbing a quick breakfast and heading into town to visit a 

local nursery.  I filled our cart with herbs and a few more plants for the girls' flower garden 

as Brees visited with all the other early morning gardening enthusiasts.  Waking up early

 is not so bad when you have such lovely company, such beautiful weather.

We spent the remainder of our weekend outside: working in the garden, playing with 

the dogs, riding bikes, sunbathing.  After a big Sunday dinner at my mom's house, the 

girls went down for naps and Shawn and I listened to music on the patio.  Weekends like 

this make me thankful, give me peace in my heart.  I found myself whispering prayers 

of thanks under my breathe, thanking God for the gift of family, love, health, a life we can 

be proud of.  Life is a beautiful song worth singing at the top of your lungs.  

I am so thankful for these days.