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Weekly Recap of Arthur’s Tweets
- is goin to Angels and Demons tomorrow night for his bday party. Role call! Who’s in? #
- just got back from an awesome hike: Stewart Falls. Under the waterfall’s cold…but SOO good! Hiked in boots n got blisters 🙂 Good company! #
- had an AMAZING day!!! Miracles never cease, neither does the magic of love. 🙂 #
The Brian Regan Diet
I have been thinking about changing my eating habits recently. It “seems” to me that water is just fine, the foundation of ANY good diet. I’ve been informed however that I need more nutrients if I want to grow big and strong. So I’ve consulted with a nurse practitioner and she’s suggested I try the following diet. For lack of a better name, I’ll call it the Brian Regan Diet:
Breakfast: Pop Tarts
Mid Morning Snack: Fig Newtons
Lunch: Peanut Butter & Jelly
Afternoon Snack: A Donut
Dinner Party
Main Course: Head of A Pig
Desert: Cup of Dirt
It was a great birthday! Definitely one of my favorites. Thank you Michelle for putting a smile on my face…ALL DAY LONG!
Weekly Recap of Arthur’s Tweets
- had an amazingly awesome evening filled w pork chops, piano and a fantastically fun family! #
- had fun meeting 1000 kids, a puppy and a very patient mommy. Tender mercies abound in the simple lives of God’s children. #
- is fully satisfied with his evening: Dr Suess. Disc Golf. Disclosure. Smiles. Scriptures. #
- just went to a renaissance wedding…I think I’ve just decided what type of wedding I want 😉 #
Mothers
If hearts could be gold
The treasure to be found
Within a mother’s love
Would vast coffers make quite sound
Her words speak hope and confidence
They lift and build and grow
Each one so blessed to be called her child
Does such inspiring words surely know
Her prayers do rally heaven
When in fear her children flee
The Lord dispatches legions
Each time she raises need
Her songs bring peace to troubled hearts
The melody she raises, so sweet
Each tune, each strain, each heartfelt note
With no worldly verse competes
Her devotion is divine
Her affections are sure true
Consistency her haulmark
All things she appears to do
With nothing less than teary eyes
I thank those mothers kind
Who, like angels, have shared their hearts with me
And in whom I can God’s love find
– K. Arthur