Sunday, August 2, 2009
(Nate and his buddy Gabe on the trampoline yesterday.)
Yeah, I was gonna say something like, "Hope you're having a hair-raising weekend!", but I won't stoop to that. I will not cheapen our relationship by using such a tired cliché. You mean more than that to me. You deserve better.
Nevertheless, I do indeed hope that you are having a lovely weekend. I am preparing my sermon for later today (getting back in the saddle) and watching Grace do this:
So, it's a good day.