I've had this song in my head for a few days now. I love Kim Walkers voice and the passion that she portrays in this song. McMillan did a wonderful job in writing this song, the lyrics are so profound and encouraging and...different (the "sloppy wet kiss" part makes me smile). I especially love the first part of this song...
He is jealous for me, Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree, Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy. When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory, And I realize just how beautiful You are, And how great Your affections are for me.
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realize just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all
Yeah, He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves us,
Whoa! how He loves …
My baby turned three two weeks ago today. ::Hallelujah Chorus::
Two was a hard year for us. Miles' big brother at age 2 was great and so fun! I loved that year with Simon. I would eye-roll whenever anyone would label 2 as the terrible year. Simon got his terrible on at 18m...and again at 3. The odd years seem to be harder for him. But then Miles came along and I was able to fully appreciate the terrible of two. Towards the end of year two (or technically would that be year three?), I started to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Miles is talking more, communicating better and understands at a deeper level. Three has to be better, it just has to!
I believe in birthday weeks. We kinda had to do that with Miles anyway. I guess that's what happens when ones birthday is on a Monday and your birthday party isn't scheduled until the following weekend. We had to keep it alive somehow so he wouldn't be so confused when his party came around. ;)
The peony is my favorite flower. They have always held a special place
in my heart. For as long as I can remember, they've grown in my
childhood backyard. My mom has a plant from the house I was born in,
their current house - the house I grew up in - and a plant from my
Great-Grandma. As kids, we would watch in awe as the ants crawled over
the peony buds, almost willing them to open. It was a chore getting
those little suckers off once the flowers were ready to be cut and
brought into the house. But it was worth the effort.
My dad has always commented that the flowers smell like old lady perfume. Haha!
I still think of that when I bring the blooms up to my nose for a whiff
of Spring. They're such a romantic flower. I wanted them for my bridal
bouquet, but they had already stopped blooming by the time June 3rd
rolled around. So sad.
living was dreary for me when it came to flowers. No lilacs, tulips or
peonies. When we moved to our current house, I was …