One week at a time.

It’s busy and then it’s not which is the routine we’ve held for several years now.

In the quiet and in the stillness we reflect on the special moments from our time shared together.

While the music plays in the background - its just the two of us again and we’re reminded of how our worlds collided and have never been the same.

We often make our way out onto the ole’ front porch of ours and find ourselves dreaming again of what’s yet to come.

Can you relate?

I know that one day I’ll blink and we’ll be in a new season and I’ll be saying “those were the good old days”.

Lord, please help me to cherish this season right here. Don’t let me wish one minute of it away.

Here’s to building a blended tribe.

One week.

One day… at a time. 💪💖