A Goat. A Lighthouse.
A Lighthouse. A Goat.
Whenever asked about gifts, those are my answer. That's it- two things!
Champ says I'm difficult.
Though he must love me very much because, while I still don't own a white, male goat named Philippides, I DID just return from a brief family trip to a lighthouse. All Champ's idea- I swear!
Perhaps I need mention that we've visited a different lighthouse every year since 2001 or so, when I came up with the brilliant plan to use a lighthouse photo for our Christmas cards; insurance that I'll consistently swoon over one yearly lighthouse. But a lighthouse family picture on my birthday? That's a first. You outdid yourself this time, Champ.
This is very secretive business until the cards are mailed. Very hush hush. So for now, just a smatterings of clues. Oh, and field notes: it was windy which made for some interesting photography, and quite cold which made everything besides the photography... quite interesting.
~we are told to let our light shine and if it does, we won't need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don't fire cannons to call attention to their shining- they just shine.~ -Dwight L. Moody
Happy Birthday to me.