of batteries and bluebirds
I glance out the window and gasp.
“Grace, come quick! Run! Hurry!”
When her lead foot lands on vinyl, I hiss at her.
“Shhhh! Stop! Slow down!
“G-ma’s lost it now.” I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking as the other foot freezes midair. She tiptoes to my side.
Catch the rest over at at BibleDude.net this morning.
With dear Laura