My dear wife, we grow older, but indeed we are full of years, somehow, even with all the care and toil and pain. We move forward together, and hope grows stronger. We do not know what lies ahead, and we do not doubt that new sorrows will come along with new and deeper joys, but we are learning about how God's persistence and the patience of His goodness turn even our weaknesses into the strong soil of fresh and surprising growth.
Happy Birthday, Mrs. Janaro. I love you with all my heart!
|Here's the house and surroundings getting pelted with snow.|
|Pine hangs with snowy fruit. The road is around here... somewhere!|
Among many things, there was plenty of home cooking. The highlight of the day was the birthday cake that Agnese baked. It was a pound cake with honey liquor and a pineapple sauce. Oh gosh, it was so delicious!
|Teresa brings in the glowing cake.|
That is a slice with pineapple sauce, and it tasted even better than it looks.
Thank you, Lord, for all Your blessings. Grant that Eileen and I will have many more happy years. And bless all her many labors that make our home everything that it is.
Thank you Jesus, for everything.