Peace is when . . .

The sight in our living room yesterday
reminded me of a song my mom would sing to me as a child.

Peace is when the wind is blowing,
Peace is when the sun is glowing,
Peace is when my daddy's home,
God gives me peace.
Peace, peace, I think I understand,
Peace, peace, is holding Jesus hand.

New Words

Yep. Words. So far it's da, da as her favorite. Ma, ma when the food is not served fast enough and na, na when she's mad. This weekend she added "all done" as clear as day to the list much to our surprise. She doesn't know what any of this means but it's fun to hear her mimick.