Emma is mad at me today
for not knocking on the neighbors door
to see if she could play.
I sent her up to the door by herself.
While I watched.
Emma said she's telling Heavenly Father on me.
And he's gonna be REAL mad.
Then she cried,
"You don't like me!"
My heart broke!
I professed my love.
And made her walk up to the door alone anyway.
I may, or may not, be in trouble with God.
Slightly better quilt photos than last night:
Note: Hornets no-likey being covered by quilts