I'm grateful for quiet.
Weird? Maybe, but I love when things are quiet.
I don't think I could ever live inside a city
where it is constantly noisy. At least Logan quiets down
a little bit. The porch of my dream home looks like this.
I would sit on this porch and watch the sun go down all the time.
Call me crazy, but the other day I walked
to the church to play the piano. Once I was done,
I just sat there in the peace and quiet.
It was hard to leave...nothing quite like silence.
It made me laugh when Mom sent me this:
It fit perfectly for today's post.
(pics via pinterest)
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