Monday, August 1, 2011

Hanging Out

We all have dreams. Mine have never been to see the entire world or to have a lot of toys, clothes or fancy cars. There is no place I have traveled that I am not grateful to come home... Home is where family is or the space in our hearts we carry our loved ones that don't live nearby. It's the little things that happen within the walls of our home [and hearts] that bring me the most joy.
Chalk art



'Move' (Conrad's words)

Spur of the moment wrestling

or rolling up the kids...

1 comment:

Becky said...

I know your heart, a heart of the love of family! You sure are blessed because your family is growing by leaps and bounds! So that's what you do in a backyard for fun...roll someone up in a foam matress. Who would have guessed. It doesn't take much to entertain us :) Love you and see you soon XXO