In Christ Alone our Hope is Found

I took a picture of Grace on Sunday morning because it was the first time that I actually brushed her hair in like a month. Coming out of the bath, I have been putting it up in a messy bun. So every time I took her hair out it was a huge tangle so I would just throw it back up. It worked for both of us and looked cute. (: When I looked at this picture, I couldn't believe how old Grace is getting. She has shot up and has lost her baby chubs and looks so much more like a girl rather than a little one. In my mind she has stayed my little one for so long. I call her and Tessa the "little girls". But I think she needs to go into the "middles" now. So then we will have one little, one big and 4 middles. I know, I am a weirdo! (: Our summer is officially over. We went to MBC for 5 days and we went camping with Ken's family for two sleeps. This past Thursday night we got home from our church 'Family Camp' that was held just south of Grand Rapids. It was

Here is our boofie at 4 months. I am not organized enough to use my cute little boxy number things. But at least it's on the right day! (:  I love her hair in these 2 pictures. It's wild! She loves it when we put monkey's legs around her waist so she can look at it's face and play with it's arms. She is a player for sure! I have had a few people asking where we have settled, what our house looks like and what we see. I am starting to fall in love with country living. The wind through the trees and the open space is amazing. The stars are brighter. The sounds are different and quieter. Ken is contemplating chickens, so we can sell eggs and maybe even raising a pig for meat. My country boy is making an appearance. (:  This is the side view of our house. The square on the right is the original house. The part on the left of the door is a living-bathroom and basement addition. Our house is super old (like at least a hundred years old), but has been