It turns out I love listening to poetry being read aloud even in languages I don’t understand, like Norwegian, Finnish, and Danish. There’s just that beautiful lilt to the words as they rush and slow, and I love the vowel sounds in Scandinavian languages.
My kids can make an enormous mess faster than I can even fathom. Thankfully, they are getting a bit more efficient at cleaning up those messes.
God can stretch and multiply time when He chooses.
I made strides in learning to play my cello with more bow flexibility.
From the stories that Dr. Peds brought back from Haiti, I learned a bit of Haitian culture and what life is like there.
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One Comment
Megan
I love that we have so many languages.