It was four years ago that we fell in love with the Martins, who moved in across the street. It all started with an invitation to come over and do sidewalk chalk.
The Martins moved. We cried. We still miss them every day.
The Capps moved in and brought their twins (and baby Phoebe, who arrived last month.) And the sidewalk chalk happened again...
There's something magical about the girls who grow up in the little brick house across the street.
Thoughts on Holy Week
8 months ago
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