How wonderful it is to be a child!
When weeds are beautiful flowers and a rotting stick is home to a city of ants. When you dream of running away from home to explore the world...but come home for dinner.
I pray my kids look back on their childhood and cherish these days.
When weeds are beautiful flowers and a rotting stick is home to a city of ants. When you dream of running away from home to explore the world...but come home for dinner.
I pray my kids look back on their childhood and cherish these days.
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