
Our rescuer, my dad, took us to McDonald's for a 7:45pm dinner. That was the kid's favorite part of our night!

Hopefully the van is not too messed up, but God knows and He'll provide...He already has.
~Rose
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
1 comment:
Wah...wuh...
bummer! Maybe you could sell it and get another McDonald's meal out of it. Ha!
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