Flowers

Not too much is happening around here these days. Things are pretty quiet. Tonight I was with my favourite little girl and she "helped" me water the dahlias. She just drinks in information and pours it back out again. There is nothing more precious than seeing her grow. Tonight we sang (in portuguese) "Who made the pretty flowers... I know it wasn't me! 'Twas our heavenly father." Soon she could sing it to her parents when they came, as she showed them the "pretty flowers."

She always reminds me of the joy of being alive! Look at this face. I hope you feel this alive too!