On Sunday Henry turned four weeks old! Is that really possible? Seems like it has flown by . . . and I hear time only passes more quickly as they grow older. Yikes!
I finally found the words to the Monday's Child poem-we've been wondering what it said about Sunday's child, so here it is:
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
It was a great Sunday-we had some special visitors. My maternal grandmother came to visit along with my cousin Whitney, and my Aunt Kaye and Uncle Dan.