Yesterday I came home from a run and found a little dead goldfinch on our back porch. Disturbing enough... seconds later, I heard a rustling in this rusty coffee can next to the porch. I knew that deep inside I didn't really want to know what was in there, but I tiptoed over there anyway, only to find a LIVE BAT!
I was telling Kyle last night that when I'm running, I catch myself checking the speed limit signs on the side of the road. Like, I can actually imagine that I am going fast enough to warrant checking the speed limit sign, so I don't exceed the legal limit. Weirdo.
This is Jenny, Kyle, and Charlotte's blog.
We are living it up in Albany Park in Chicago.
About threelittlebirds:
“Don’t worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Rise up this mornin, smiled with the risin sun, three little birds
pitch by my doorstep, singin sweet songs of melodies pure and true…”
Bob Marley, Three Little Birds
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”
Matthew 6:25
Ah, Jenny, I love you. You are so cute. It's wonderful to know that when you are running you feel like the wind - or a speeding car! Keep it up. I'm living vicariously through you!
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