This morning we heard birds chirping outside out front door. We found this tiny little nest, tucked away inside our wreath, with this single, tiny, perfect egg inside.
It's so amazing how Creation reflects the resurrection life. I love glimpses like this, small reminders that life is precious and persevering against all odds.
Morgan and I always try to take Fridays off. It's the only day we can really both take off together. We slept in and ate a late breakfast. We're about to leave for the flea market. Later tonight, there's an Indiana Jones marathon at the theater down the street. Happy Weekend!