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1889 - 1917

1889. A BOY on his bike (without training wheels...and Oh, so excited about that)!
1890. Bibs bigger than the baby they are on
1891. Baby baths in kitchen sinks
1892. God's sense of humor...just after I scratched "baby baths in sinks" down onto paper, I was blessed (ALL IS GRACE) with a very large stinky mess to clean out of my sink!
1893. Lego crosses
1894. Boys fighting over kissing Teal (ALL IS GRACE)
1895. Fun, old restored vehicles - and the fact that my eyes are open and searching for gifts...so, I took the time to notice a couple of particularly incredible ones and allow God to bless me through something I have honestly NEVER even noticed before.
1896. Triangle kisses - I kiss Avonlea, Avonlea kisses Cole, Cole kisses me
1897. Cole laughing so hard that he could hardly believe - especially since I was getting him tucked in for nap
1898. All of the times there are tears at nap time, instead of laughter - ALL IS GRACE
1899. Three shades of yellow on one piece of corn
1900. Painting paper plates
1901. Cole praying at the concert of prayer (most people would have thought he was just talking to himself...but he was sweetly thanking God for everything he could possibly think of...mostly involving things with wheels)
1902. Teal's dimples
1903. The softness of an infants skin
1904. The determination and concentration and dirt on Blake's face as he FLEW on his bike across the Belfast foot bridge
1905. Puke in my hair - ALL IS GRACE
1906. Pink, Blue and Green sippy cups lined up in our window
1907. Wild flowers on my kitchen table - the fact that they lasted almost 3 weeks, and even more than all that the sweet friend who gave them to me
1908. Forgotten asparagus still fresh in my fridge
1909. Boys fighting in the bathtub - ALL IS GRACE
1910. Morning fog moving over a beautiful pond - and being able to SEE it out our kitchen window.
1911. Squirrels dancing
1912. Boys naming gifts
1913. Celebrating new life at a baby shower
1914. Hurting, hoping, praying and missing a friend who's precious baby has quite a few hurdles to jump over
1915. Her faith
1916. Her Father's strength
1917. Mothers day. My mother. My step-mother. My mother in law. My grandmothers. Being a mother. My friends (both near and far) who are wonderful mothers - even though they probably don't see that they are!

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