How We Can Learn To Fly
I ignored their begging, as they asked repeatedly where we were going. I wanted to see the surprise and joy on their faces when we arrived, with no pre-concived notions about what the day held.
Just a handful of days left to see the butterfly exhibit–that’s what my friend tells me late in the afternoon, a couple of days earlier. So, on the hottest day of the summer (or so it seemed) we haul our six collective kids to the Conservatory to view this wonder.
The sun shone in all it’s late August glory, while the curl fell from my hair in the flat heat of the morning. The children clucked and cooed with eager anticipation…..finish Reading HERE.
I’m humbled and honored to be sharing my words over at Michele-Lyn’s place today, you may recognize her as, A Life Surrendered, I call her, friend. I hope you’ll join me for the rest of this post over at her place today–I’d so love to see you there.