Last week it was time to harvest all of the peaches from our tree. They were tiny bites of heaven, full of sweet drops of gold that dripped down our chins as we indulged several times a day while supplies lasted.
As my husband and I worked together to slice and freeze what our family couldn’t eat right away, we once again proved how God made us different.
Matt is a perfectionist.
I am not.
We figure that no matter how different we might be in how we go about our work, together, we’ll still be able to make some great smoothies, and even better cobblers.
Look deep. There’s a little life lesson in there somewhere. :)