Our Life in pics! 5/7/17

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Spring Dance!


Dreamy coffee and discussing dreams with a friend @ The Village Grind

Eden's Journal entry about why ants deserve to live. This girl is empathetic.

Some places I love in our home: The retro room divider in our living and dining area, air plant, herbs, and the side lot.

Fried up some sopapillas and remembered my sweet Mema.

Our Saturday looked like overflowing dishes, furniture piled up in the front room to let our shiny floors finish drying, and water bottles filled up for a morning with H.O.G. working in the Butterfly Garden at the Kids' school.

Date Night. Panang Curry. YUM!

Sunday was the sweetest day. Our kids were baptized at our church. Jason got to Baptize them. Had family and friends there. God is so good.

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