Journey of Quilting

riding high... and a black and white sunday

God almighty

when arriving home, those little arms that wrap around my middle, legs and neck all at the same time send my heart to beat fast yet slowly sinking into the moment of being home

i love home

my dad loves being home... yes, he is home and it satisfies me to no end

the decorating for Christmas usually doesn't commence until the week of

this year is different

i can feel it in my bones even

the joy of riding high on hope... faith... sacrifice... and love

peace and almighty blessings,