Ingrid looks like she is enjoying the dance with the guy here!
Below Clayton is asleep before 8 last night. He is like his Gigi. Greta, Erin said, was screaming at her because she had to turn in. This morning I am sure Clayton was up and craving his breakfast and Greta was "a draggin'".
Advice I saw this morning that I liked. Use your pause button. When you are mad--hit your pause. Tired--hit pause. Pause I think would relate to "wait" in the Bible. So when you are in doubt, pause, and when you pause---PRAY.
Erin is excited today. They get the keys to their new house. I loved the story Helen told me about Daddy when he bought the farm. I checked the details with Fleta and she and Helen's stories jived. I didn't even remember the story, but then it starts coming back to me. After Dad came home from WW II, he bought a big farm on Dry Creek in Carroll County. The Leather's family owned the farm. Patsy always said it had a real bad house and and real nice barn. It had bottom land and some woods. Watson Leathers had the house rented to a young couple with kids. They were supposed to be moved, but were dragging their feet with excuses which very well may have been real. Daddy owned the house so he moved in with them. He went to the table when the lady of the house cooked and ate. When the husband left for work, Daddy remained with the wife. Well, in just a few days, they moved and Daddy moved his family in the new home. Erin asked me what she could do, if Mr. F did not move his stuff out of the house. I told her to start moving in. This was before I was told the Willis story. So, I am thinking "I think just like my Daddy." I miss him today. He always was a good, honest man. How lucky I am to have half my DNA come from him.