My friend Marta came over this week (If you don't know Martha, you wish you did!) We had coffee, and she played about a hundred games of Spot-It with Selma. Then we found out that it was her mama's birthday and Selma and I dragged her with us to the flower market so that we could send her with a handful of flowers to take to her mama.
I don't think I'll ever go to the flower market again without my 6 year old girlie; we got the royal treatment from every flower vendor that we crossed paths with, and Selma came home with a bouquet of her own.
This afternoon we head to the north part of the city for the wedding of two dear friends.
So I'm off to iron our fancy clothes.
take me next time too! !
ReplyDeleteI will!
DeleteOH, how i love selma's bouquet...and the lovely letter and bracelet you sent. More on that to come.
ReplyDeleteyou got it! good! . . . I wish Selma knew how very flattered she should be by YOUR bouquet compliment! :)
DeleteYour descriptions put us right in the middle of your days. I now want and have your "He is not outside this; we can trust Him" rattling in my head. I carry it with me as we find what the Lord has for us here.
ReplyDeleteoh! I'm glad that you feel like you are in the middle of our days with us! good!
Delete. . . what are you waiting on the Lord for? (ah, only if you want to tell me :) )