Both of my children are singing this brand new Christmas song they just learned. :)
I am loving seeing the magic and newness of the season through their eyes.
This is for my brother who began my birthday with a wonderful note of remembrance from his perspective as an eight year old big brother in waiting. He’s been there since my beginning, and I can’t imagine life without him. So grateful to God, who made him for me. Or me for him. And the chickens. And the eggs.
— Phoebe. Among the list of items she gave thanks for last night at bedtime prayer. With clarification for God in case he didn’t know which color it was.
I watched this movie with the kids yesterday, since it was too rainy for outdoor fun. I had forgotten just how much I loved it. If you haven’t seen it in awhile, I recommend that you dig it out of the archives.
And remember, from the oldie but goodie “Be Our Guest”:
"If you’re stressed, it’s fine dining we suggest."
— African proverb