Everyone brings different gifts to the table.

This one, this one is like coming home.

The hot cup of tea on a cold winter's day, the first spring flowers, the return to New England after a trip to Manhattan.

With a dusting of freckles across his nose that I am certain the angels gifted before his journey here.

Peace.

Re-posted per P.'s request.

The boys' Grandma gave Noah these suspenders when he was this age. William loves them!

All aboard! Grab your helmet, take a seat, refreshments will be served.

Will, can you breathe in there?

These are never comforting words for a parent to hear. And although they were a scant 7 or so feet away from me at the time, I could not actually see them from where I was standing in the kitchen and Henry's question sent me into an immediate sprint to see what was going on. This is what I found. Apparently this type of thing is loads of fun, or so I was reassured. William went first and Henry second. It's called the "Let's see if you can squish yourself into the laundry basket and then have your brother lay on top if it and laugh at you stuck inside" game.

Just another day of fun at The Millers.

May Day 2011

If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk, and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday. Isaiah 58 v 6-10