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829. Snuggling & reading to the boys first thing in the morning (while feeding Avonlea)
830. Actually doing my morning stretches
841. How much God loves me even on the mornings that I don't have it in me to do either
842. Avonlea eating rice cereal - she is growing so fast (perhaps thats ugly/beautiful)
843. Blake singing about the 10 commandments
844. Playing the game - Mommy says (like Simon says)
845. Blake and Cole entertaining themselves for hours with a squirt bottle
846. Two friends "just happening" to stop by at the same time (neither knew the other was coming) and pouring out some much needed encouragement
847. Looking forward to getting away with Matt and learning more about this crazy adventure of mommyhood at the Parenting Matters conference
848. A chat with a friend about "piecemeal-ing" our lives - figuring out that we will NEVER be just like anyone else - no matter how much we respect them - and that in actuality we take little bits and pieces from everyone we meet, and everything we read, and piecemeal it together to become who we are.
849. Convection ovens
850. The Lord slowly chipping away at my pride - even when it hurts and/or is incredibly embarrassing
851. Who God is - and the fact that I am only just beginning to get to know Him - and though I will spend the rest of my life getting to know Him, He is so big, so amazing, so wonderful, so perfect - that there will ALWAYS be more to learn, know, and love.

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