At the risk of being irreverent.
The toddler grinning up at me on my way to get ashes had a smushed black smudge all over his forehead, on the right side of his nose, and between his fingers. Then he tripped on the pew.
Ashes, ashes . . .
. . . we all fall down.
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Love your blog....glad you found mine. Even more glad you are my friend. And have the same sense of humor!! ;)
LOL!
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