When I lived in France and began studying the bible in French. I realized how there are some proverbs and psalms that are put more poetic in French. Ever since then I can’t help but be drawn in by the simple beauty of the language.

It reminds me of cursive. The way one sound blends into the next.

This was the simple label on my croissant bag this morning. I love it! I could use this phrase to describe my children. Parfait!