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914 - 930

914. 8 years with the love of my life (no, honey - I am not being sarcastic - promise.)
915. Making the boys laugh while pumping gas
916. Blake having a blast on a new friends trampoline
917. The boys "washing" the kitchen window
918. A friend who inspires me spiritually, physically, and entrepreneurially (not sure if that is really a word?)
919. Blake singing Hallelujah while playing with a box car around matt's sleeping head
920. Resting on our hammock while the kids slept
921. A family walk across the Belfast bridge
922. An absolutely GORGEOUS weekend
923. Enjoying our backyard
924. Long conversations about faith and life with my sister
925. My grandmother thinking about our family on her shopping trip
926. 2 friends getting settled in their new houses (on the same weekend)
927. 3 day weekends
928. Matt letting me move the living room furniture - AGAIN
929. A man capturing the moment (examining a caterpillar crawling across his finger) on the Belfast Bridge
920. Seeing a seal
921. Replacing the words "have to" with "get to"
922. Singing
923. Growing
924. Learning
925. Loving
926. Friends who go out of their way to help
927. Routines
928. Blogging
929. The fact that every day is a new day, a new beginning, a second (third, fourth, fifth) chance
930. Grace



Linking up with Ann Voskamp, as she hosts this wonderful community of believers, all counting, and slowing down to take notice of the beauty around them.

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  1. beautiful list...
    And thank you.
    You inspire me too.
    *hugs*

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