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Dear Father God,
It's late in this day. I thought that I would be writing these not-so-private letters to You each morning, but that isn't happening. I mumble and whisper to You during my morning meanderings around this lovely house. We talk, just not exactly sitting down together as I had hoped to do.
Instead, I am finding myself grabbing a big cup of coffee, releasing Layla from her crate and joining the Hubs out on the screened porch a bit before he heads to work. He is usually reading, smoking his pipe and enjoying the morning sky. He looks up from his book, gives the dog a scratch and says good morning.
We often sit in silence....I am not terribly sociable before my first cup of coffee. Then we talk about small things, big things, our plans for the evening or his next days off. We are still in awe of the big leap we took to move here, still shaking our heads at the sweet life we have right now.
These moments are treasures, aren't they Father?
I am not taking them for granted God, I promise.
I love You so...
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