Who makes the sun light up my shadows when the darkness tries to follow me?
Who makes the air that brings me life so I can breath the love that's given to me?
You make everything good, everything wonderful
You grace my days and Heaven fills my view
Let's forever sing
You make everything pure, everything beautiful
You make me see the only thing that's true--
It's You
It's You

You place the stars that shine Your love for me.

-You-Jaci Velazquez

Wednesday morning, and the second sunshiny day in a month-long session of rain. I've never been happier doing nothing, just tagging along behind my parents as they run errands, buy groceries, etc.

Ouside my window, the trees are laden with white blossoms.

They're really pretty.