Although afternoon strolls through the neighborhood are now a daily occurrence for me, there’s a new sense of urgency about them to keep the stroller moving. On this particular sunny day, baby girl was fast asleep so mommy got to stop and smell the flowers. Indiana summers are truly blessed.
After a long, wet winter, I’m looking forward to sweet summer mornings like this one. God never ceases to amaze me, even in our own backyard.
Although Valentine’s Day coincided with Ash Wednesday this year, the hubby still made sure to get in a little celebration. I came home from work on the 14th to this beautiful bouquet and on the 15th we enjoyed a delicious dinner at a local favorite downtown. Afterward, while tootling down the street in search of a little dessert we passed the ice rink where two pewee hockey games were underway and couldn’t resist stopping to watch the adorable chaos of kiddos on skates. We even bumped into one of the hubby’s coworkers who’s son was playing. Neither of us could resist wondering aloud if our own little one might one day take to the ice. I thank God everyday for this romantic man He sent to me.
This photo is a bit late but I can never keep from smiling when the hubby comes home with flowers. He went all out for a beautiful bouquet of roses on Valentine’s Day this year although these instances aren’t limited to holidays. Thank you God for sending me a man who brings me flowers!
As the winter chill blows in I can recall the warm evening breeze on summer walks through the neighborhood with my husband. Here is a bouquet from one such evening to brighten your day.
Blessed in the Midwest 