This afternoon Henry and I went to visit a dear, precious sweet friend who just lost her dad on Sunday. She was told a week and a half before this her loving father was dying and she held him as he left his mortal body and entered heaven. It has been a bitter sweet time. Today we were having a serious God talk on her lawn (our favorite thing to do together), when out of the corner of our eyes we noticed Henry had squished himself into the doll stroller with which he was playing. It served as a very, very cute sight and some necessary comic relief to a sad time in Jess’ life.
Today is also my father’s 55 birthday. Happy Birthday, Dad!
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