But the gifts aren't bad either...

Okay, I'm reposting this one because, like so many other Blogger subscribers I know, an entry has mysteriously dissipated into cyber air. But, since my entries are also what I bind into volumes for personal keepsakes, I'm publishing it...again.
Sorry for the headache...let's give Blogger our collective sigh of, "Ugh. You really wear me slick sometimes."

Happy, happy. Joy, joy.

     

Complete with a purple (fave color!) case, screen guard (forget about it, sticky children's fingers) and a reading light...so I don't keep the giver up at night anymore.

Been wanting one for a while: sayonara, backpacks of books on road trips!

Bee bought me dinner (um, hello love language); Jessica bought me a mug that perfectly matches the other two in my love mug stash (hey, did you do that on purpose?); and Micah & Becca created this gorgeous addition to said mug stash:

  
(both sides were necessary: the writing was just too cool)

And let us not overlook the bottom:



The girls set me up with some Amazon cash for loading that Kindle, and Zee passed on what has (endearingly) become our Life Group Girls Gift Giver...why do I love this bag so much? I dunno, but it's the bomb.

 

So 35 was about the day.
And the heart within that day.

This entry's more about the stuff of the day.
Which had a perfect heart behind it.
And I'd pick the heart every day and twice on Sunday, never doubt.

But the gifts aren't bad, either.