...whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Phil 4:8
Three hundred and sixty months old. . .and Three hundred and Forty-one months old.
Nineteen months apart.
Twenty-two months old. . .and three months old.
I love my kids. . .big and grands. . .small.
All for now. .
What a neat picture. I am assuming these are the fathers of the two little ones. I can tell how you love your family.QMM
Family is truly precious!
Great photos! Nineteen months apart..those were busy days..and still are!
How beautifully your words convey the good looking people in your life. I find myself looking forward to my visits here, and the way you add interest by your words, to each and every post.
And I think they know it....how could they not! Kathy
No matter how big our kids get they are still our little kids! I remember when your boys were as little as your grands.. where did the time go !!
So very sweet!