We played wiffle ball for my final Family Home Evening.
I am really not good at wiffle ball.
But my dad pitched until I hit it, and we even scored some points,
and the sunlight was just right and the grass was just green enough
and above us the clouds were lit in deep gold and silvers
and we were barefoot and laughing
and I think maybe I've never been happier.
I am really not good at wiffle ball.
But my dad pitched until I hit it, and we even scored some points,
and the sunlight was just right and the grass was just green enough
and above us the clouds were lit in deep gold and silvers
and we were barefoot and laughing
and I think maybe I've never been happier.
5 comments:
I love moments like that. HOLY CRAP! I am SO in LOVE with your new blog!!! AHHHH!!! :) You are amazing. Indonesia! Can't wait to here all the stories.
By the way..what is wiffle ball????
Sorry...this isn't all one comment. I got really excited the first time and clicked send...twice now. I love that send + ye shall receive! And I am definitely writing you! :)
Elizabeth,
Just thinking about you on the eve of your bold and daring adventure (as most good things are). We, on the odd side of the street, wish you safety and success and answers to your prayers and good works. We'll be thinking about you and promise to send at least one letter complete with the artwork of small children! The Lord will watch over you.
Love, C and family
I'm in there! Yay!
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