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324 - 342 (June 19, 2011)

324. My orange Clemson hat 
325. Marking the boys heights 
326. Cute little boys in camo overalls and crooked baseball caps (and the friends who gave us both the overalls and the hat)
327. Trying to keep Cole awake in his carseat (singing, dancing, silly noises, food, tapping the breaks)
328. How much the boys love Avi
329. McDonald's sweet tea (hate to admit this one)
330. Joe & Kendra's maple syrup
331. Comforting Avonlea
332. New conversations with old friends
333. Grocery trips that change into a Shriner's parade
334. The Lord slowly but surely answering my request for a heart that actually enjoys cooking and cleaning
335. Moving furniture
336. Reading friends gratitude lists
337. My kindle (and my sweet sister who gave it to me out of the blue)
338. The boys enjoying playing together
339. Anticipating summer picnics
340. Ugly Beautiful - Pain in my hips (so thankful I survived falling off a cliff)
341. Our whole family sitting by the side of the road in bean bag chairs (for the shriner's parade)
342. Attention from parade clowns (yes Mindy, this is a praise ( : (: )










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