Anyway, this lady, who has known me since I was a girl, was watching our shenanigans and feeling exhausted by the performance. "I was wondering how on earth you cope," she told me, "You must be tired as well, and you just never stop. And then I just saw you and Alex look at each other, it was like time paused, even though you were both still doing things. All of a sudden I knew, you were all right. Your marriage was getting stronger throughout everything. The way you looked at each other was the type of look you see a husband and wife looking at one another on their wedding day."
Isn't that sweet? And it's true. My goodness I love this man. I have married a good man. A Godly man. And he is an excellent father.
(It's also an excellent example that you never know when people are watching you and that your actions tell the world a story about your life.)
I am so proud of my family. God is good. He has given me far beyond what I ever could have dreamed or imagined.
As you can see, I'm a bit of a fan of photography. I love to freeze in time some moments. Do you get family photos taken regularly or are they rare occassions? Have you ever been paid a compliment that makes your heart warm inside?