Where you go, I will go; where you live, I will live. Your people will be my people for your God is my God.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Our street.


When we first arrived to our apartment several weeks ago, it was full of piles of gravel and dirt.  I was told that they were redoing the road.  We joked that they would finish it the week we moved to our house.  Well, we are still in the apartment and the street is finished.  And I think it’s quite pretty.  

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