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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. 

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  1. OH, how i love selma's bouquet...and the lovely letter and bracelet you sent. More on that to come.

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    1. you got it! good! . . . I wish Selma knew how very flattered she should be by YOUR bouquet compliment! :)

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  2. Your 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.

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    1. oh! I'm glad that you feel like you are in the middle of our days with us! good!

      . . . what are you waiting on the Lord for? (ah, only if you want to tell me :) )

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