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Simple Woman's Daybook- Advent Evening Edition


Outside my window...
Warmer than expected and rainy . . . I wish it were not rainy.

I am thinking...
That I am beginning to like daybooking at night!

I am thankful for...
The season of Advent. I love Advent and preparing for Christ's birth.

I am wearing...
Dark gray yoga pants, a dark gray shirt and a light blue and gray fleece vest.

I praying...
For a special intention for friends of ours.

I am going...
To shout down the computer and enjoy some time with my hubby after I am done with this post.

I am reading...

Grace Cafe by Donna Marie Cooper O'Boyle

I am hoping...

For a prayerful Advent.



From the learning rooms...

School is going well. J seems to be getting into a good groove. We are in Ancient Babylonia right now. We also have our book basket stocked with some amazing Advent books, thanks to our local library and the woman at Serendipity.


From the kitchen...
Yummy chicken fajitas!

Around the house...
The boys are in bed. Hubby is talking with the boys. The rest is quiet.

One of my favorite things . .
The chocolate fudge cake I made for my husband's birthday last week. It was soooo good! Luckily there is still more in the freezer for next weekend!

From my picture journal...

The camera has been collecting dust lately . . . I will get it out again soon!

To read other daybooks, or daybook yourself go to The Simple Woman's Daybook.

Comments

  1. I hope you enjoy Grace Cafe!

    God bless you!

    Donna-Marie

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  2. Can you share that cake recipe???

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  3. I like you post and like the cake as well! I noticed the new background and it picked up my day...thanks.

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