Blueberries

May 13

It’s Mother’s Day.  Maren has already delivered a bowl of blueberries to me in bed.  Just blueberries.  I love that girl.  Now, she is downstairs crafting, and Brad has gently suggested I wait for his, “All clear” signal before venturing down myself.  Maren takes her art, especially Present Art, very seriously.  I can hear Greta babbling...

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