Sunday 7/365

How can one tiny person make me late for church almost every Sunday? No matter what time I start getting ready, I can never seem to get out the door at the time I set for myself.

I think the devil lives in my living room wall. We have an accent wall that is red and black. Lily will stare at that stupid wall, laugh and talk to it. Within minutes, she is bursting into tears and screaming, all while still staring at the dumb wall! I'm not sure what offends my child about my red wall, but I swear the only conclusion I can come up with, is it's the devil's hiding place! =)

 my big girl playing