Well, Josh and I are off to Bundaberg for the weekend. The girls are staying with Grandpa and Grandma. We're off to Senior Youth Camp. Should be a good weekend. We come home tomorrow evening but the girls are staying at Grandma's until Sunday after church. =) So, this morning I have a bit of running around to do to make sure we're ready to go. By the time I got up this morning the girls had already packed their bags. And I only had to add a few things for them. They did a good job. Of course now every ten minutes I hear, "can we go to Grandpa's now?" I am taking them over there at noon and Grandpa is watching them until Grandma gets home from work. Sounds like fun.
Have a great weekend!
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Emma
Beka
Nathan
Naomi
A little girl follows me
A careful woman I ought to be
A little girl follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear she'll go the self-same way.
I cannot once escape her eyes;
What're she sees me do, she tries
Like me, she says, she's going to be,
The little girl who follows me.
She thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me she must not see,
The little girl who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I am building for the years to be,
For a little girl follows me.
~Author Unknown~
A little girl follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear she'll go the self-same way.
I cannot once escape her eyes;
What're she sees me do, she tries
Like me, she says, she's going to be,
The little girl who follows me.
She thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine;
The base in me she must not see,
The little girl who follows me.
I must remember as I go,
Through summer's sun and winter's snow,
I am building for the years to be,
For a little girl follows me.
~Author Unknown~
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