Babe he nudged, touching my shoulder. You’re gonna want to get a shot of this.
(My own voice whined in my head.) But I’m so comfortable I thought. The pillow was perfect. The flannel sheets, warm and cozy. And it was Saturday.
Bickley’s Pond is frozen he said.
Ah, January. Cold and sparkling and beautiful.
This is a blog about writing, creative living, and grace in the everyday. It’s my hope this little spot on the internet will be for you a place of quiet and reflection, a source for inspiration, and a reminder there’s beauty all around—we simply need to keep our hearts open to see it. Thank you for being here with me.
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