This weekend, Father and I finally got to have our "weekend away" that has been planned several times this winter. This time we actually made a reservation, and enjoyed two nights and one day in a Victorian Bed and Breakfast near us. You don't have to be far away in miles to be miles away in thought, and it was a wonderful relaxing break for us. Thanks, Father! I love you! We returned just in time for church today, and had a good day there, too, with several visitors.
When we walked in this afternoon, Father called me in to Whistle's room to see that while we were gone, granddaughter E. had been playing with her new doll, which was lying in Whistle's bed with a feeding pump bag hanging from the pole, and tubing tucked into her clothes. When we asked her about it, she said, "She has to eat, to grow and be healthy!"
Children learn what they live -- so it's a great reminder to be careful how we're living, don't you think?