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In Which We Share A Weekend

I'm not usually ready for the weekend to be over, but this one was a doozy! Mom, Dad, Jenna, and Brett were all out of town, so we kept the puppies (hey, it's the least we can do - they babysit for free!). It rained all day Friday, and with the three dogs cooped up in the kitchen and the three kids running around the rest of the house, things were a little crazy. I actually lost count of the poop messes I cleaned up (between the potty training puppies and two babies with some kind of stomach virus, it was a lot!). I made one feeble attempt to get Brooklyn through her school day, then gave up in favor of play time. It was just that kind of day.

Saturday was warm, sticky, and muddy. We played around the house (Daddy gave Brooklyn and I time to knock out the school work) and then I kicked everyone outside so I could sweep and mop the now sticky kitchen floor.

Sunday Ray sang, so I got the kids ready for church and we went to the 10:30 service. I'm in the nursery this month, which can get tedious, but I was in a good place this morning. My service was worship and I know as I was  loving those kids, God was pouring his love into me. Blessing!! Unfortunately, when we got home we discovered that Grayson is running a temperature (sorry kids who were in his class today!!) which means no school tomorrow.

The whole weekend was just full of little moments to treasure.

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