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1576. Heat lightning
1577. Last minute adventures
1578. An incredibly generous husband
1579. Blake excitedly running up our sidewalk with a bouquet of flowers for his mommy
1580. A wonderful Mother's day spent with my mom, my grandmother, my mother in law and of course Matt and the kids
1580. Stumbling across a restaurant in Boothbay where Moms eat free for Mother's day
1581. Curtain shopping
1582. Spending almost an entire day with just my grandma
1583. Seeing a dear friend who lives an hour and a half away two days in a row (the second day being a total surprise)
1584. Riding the trolly in Bath with 6 tow headed kids (ok, well maybe 5 considering the newest one is totally bald) and two wonderful gals
1585. God's unconditional love and grace
1586. The world's cutest apron - made even cuter because of who bought it for me.
1587. Cole's great grandmother buying him a stuffed owl without even knowing he loves owls
1588. Blake organizing the shoes in our mudroom (which is where we keep ALL of our shoes) without being asked - and the proud look on his face when he called me over to see what he'd done
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