A New Day
Courtney
It's beautiful out. I am again lying on the couch, feeling the breeze sporadically come in on me. The kids are driving their daddy's old cars on the coffee table. I'm contemplating going and laying in the sun for a while. I know it won't do me much good, but it might make me feel better. I generally feel better after being in the sun. The moments are sweet. Hearing them play together, feeling the peace, the calmness of my family. This is my family. And I couldn't have asked for a better one.

I don't have much to say. Later today we'll head to my grandmother's, and then to the rehearsal dinner. Oh that should be a blast let me tell you. Well, actually my mother just called and said we're headed down there now so the kids can play in the pool and get some sun before this shindig. Love you all, really I do.

Pray, you know if you're the praying type.
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  1. Just Be Real Says:
    April 24, 2009 at 3:43 PM

    Dear one you do not always have to have a lot to say, just share what is on your heart. I do hope you did go into the sun, as it does lift the spirits a bit. Thinking and praying for you! Blessings.


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