December 11th is a big day.
December 11, 1998, we held our first girl. December 11, 2000, we held our third son. Two babies, two years, same day. (And no, neither pregnancy or delivery was intentionlly planned --by us. Oh, but did He happily plan it!) Yes, two of the silly gooses in our crazy flock of half dozen have birthdays today.
A big day indeed --- and you're invited! Would you like to come to the big snow party?
Looks like everyone's coming!
(Oh, maybe not the horses... That's okay. Other good and noble plans...)
No boots necessary -- just come as you are! You'll be loved!
Sure, we'll mingle about and sing and sing and sing and laugh lots... we'll be praising Christ, enjoying each other!
And please, even when the others waddle on home, you're more than welcome to stay as long as you like.
Here. Why don't you just sit a spell and I'll get you a cup of tea? We'll clean up after all the grand flapping ... and, if you'd like, you can just nestle in and read ... about feathers and geese and how we line these nests of ours.
It's a truth I can't return to often enough.
Oh, dear You? Thanks for coming to our big day.
You made it a great gaggle.
Photos: a flock we came upon on a backroad here, Rachel Grey and I, and they invited us in and we stayed. How we laughed and both snapped away! Such a party.
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