Update on my grandpa:
I made an emergency visit to Oklahoma on Saturday. Easton did so well on the flight! He's a regular pro at the whole flying thing. We went straight to the hospital once we got into town. I'm so glad we got there in time to say goodbye to my Pawpaw. He passed away this morning, just a few minutes after being taken off the ventilator. We are going to miss him so much! He was such a good, sweet, kind man and we are all blessed for having known him.
"How Beautiful Heaven Must Be"
We read of a place that's called heaven it's made for the pure and the free
These truethen God's words he had given how beautiful heaven must be
How beautiful heaven must be sweet home of the happy and free
There heaven of rest for the weary how beautiful heaven must be
In heaven no drooping nor pining no wishing for elsewhere to be
God's light it's forever there shining how beautiful heaven must be
How beautiful heaven must be...
The angels so sweetly are singing up there by a beautiful sea
Sweet chords from their gold harps are ringing how beautiful heaven must be
How beautiful heaven must be...
I bet he's up there in heaven cracking jokes and cooking up a big batch of peanut butter fudge for all his new friends.
Pawpaw, we will miss you! Thank you for taking such good care of all of us and for loving us just like we were your own.
The God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. 1 Peter 5:10

We decided it wasn't getting enough water and that it needed a good, slow, soaking instead of just a spray from the garden hose. Instead of buying a soaker hose, I filled up 3 gallon milk jugs with water and carried them outside to the tree. I poked 2 holes in the bottom of each jug with a sharp knife and sat them on the ground around the base of the tree.
Now, I don't have to worry about turning on the water and forgetting to turn it off, my poor little tree gets a drink and 3 milk jugs have a new purpose. That works for me! Keep your fingers crossed that this poor little tree makes it. It may be too little too late.



Normally, they're all hidden out of sight under my baker's rack until I need a recipe. Then I have to try to remember which book it's in, shuffle through all of these until I find that book, flip through the pages until I find it and then I can make the recipe. That takes forever!





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