It is a very blessed day here as it is Easter morning. I am just starting my 1st cup of coffee and relaxing to the beautiful sounds outside. Having mixed up the pancakes already I am waiting for Whitney to wake up so I can have a beautiful Easter brunch with her. As I put the pancake batter together without even referencing a recipe I thought of my old recipe book and the cute little handwritten note that Whitney put on the pancake page so many years ago. Time flies by too quickly lately. In a few short weeks, my last child will graduate high school and embark on a life of her own making. It seems only yesterday my children were small children. A line from Wordsworth whispers so often: "My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is the father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety." From t
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