day 3 without Daddy...

Whew.  Another day completed.

And it was a good one.  But boy, I'm trashed.

Guess who started speech therapy?

This guy!

(more on that in another post)

Following speech therapy was a sweet visit with a friend who brought fresh tomatoes from her garden and bags of african coffee.

We talked life.

And the Gospel.

And how the Gospel affects life.

So good.

Then, when Daddy's gone and Mommy has to go to work, you gotta get creative sometimes.  

Carry off kids in jammies to worship team rehearsal.  Pop some popcorn, turn on a movie, find someone kind enough to supervise them while I lead practice.  

They had a blast.  Me?  Completely wiped.