It was nice to take the girls out for a walk around the block last evening. A little yard work blowing leaves in the hopes of reducing the quantities dragged into the house by the four-footed swiffer-mops.
This on top of sharing a meal with Bart Larson at Shakespeare's Pizza and a fairly good day at work.
God's blessings abound.
More occasion to think on the truth that love is very much a choice. If one can love when all is good, is it to his credit? Those who claim otherwise, that to love or not to love is not a choice, are either foolish romantics who've never known true love or have never had love tested, or those who wish it to be defined in a way more comfortable to themselves. Romance is wonderful, but love is better.
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