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making them proud

Just finished my Monday class.  Two hours of hissing, gargling and sticking my tongue out.  Sounds more like an exorcism.  LZ, my teacher, gave me a 2 1/2 page review towards the end of class and when I got a word or sound just right, she'd have this happy smile that shone through her eyes.  I love that.

Monday is Lily's full day of preschool.  She goes without a fuss which makes it so much easier on me.  I'm hoping she doesn't figure out what a push-over I am when it comes to her little sad eyes.  I do miss her on Monday afternoons.

Maddie's been planning her 7th birthday for several weeks now.  Now it's less than 2 weeks away.  7 years old.  I have a 7 year old.  Wow.

Matt Redman's newest album, 10,000 reasons, is amazing.  

Sunshine, blue sky, falling leaves...praises





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