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Autumn Colors and Thankful Hearts

After church today (which was FANTASTIC and wonderful since it was the Primary Program) we had lunch then took all three of our gorgeous girls for a drive to spend time adoring the beautiful fall colors. We went out by Snoqualmie Falls and then to the little town of Carnation to MacDonald Park. Oh so pretty. We walked in the woods along the river and snapped a few pictures along the way. Here's Ashley and Steph striking a pose on the path.
The colors were striking...moss and leaves and trees. The air felt heavy and fecund with the fallen leaves and the dampness.
So much beauty...
Allison and Ashley and Lance walking ahead of me on a bed of Autumn leaves....
Allison and Ashley along the way. Oh how I love these girls of mine. This was a sweet interlude and there seemed to be a truce of sorts between the girls. A truce from the random and uncomfortable teenage-angst-driven-contention that occasionally pops up between them. Peace in abundance....
Leaves...
Ashley by the river at the end of our nature walk...
Ashely and Lance, each taking pictures...
Ashley...
Allison and Stephanie and Ashley Rose. Holding hands and walking.....
I've nothing witty or even mildly amusing to say tonight. The only thing I want to express at this moment is my gratitude for answered prayers and thankfulness for the beauty that surrounds us here on this earth. I'm grateful for a loving and merciful Father in Heaven who listens to His children and knows our struggles. I'm truly thankful for the gift of family.

I am blessed.

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