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1628. A friend painting my toe nails
1629. Avonlea giggling, jumping and swinging in her Johnny Jump Up.
1630. God's patience with me.
1631. Intercessors
1632. Blake asking if we could pray for Avonlea at dinner (after he brought up the bible story where Jesus heals a mans eyes)
1633. Sharing our favorites/least favorites at dinner
1634. Friends coming over for dinner and entertaining & enjoying our kiddos for more than an hour
1635. Skyping with GiGi & Gdad
1636. Running out of clothes for Avonlea, & getting beautiful dresses and pjs from GiGi
1637. Blake - after getting a new plate from GiGi "I am so, so, so, so happy - I think I'll go out and buy GiGi a big ol' present."
1638. God's sovereignty through difficult times - both in my life and in the lives of those I care about
1639. Answered prayer - in the form of a table and chairs
1640. Unexpected time to myself
1641. Psalm 127:3
1642. Playing "vowel games" with the boys
1643. Daddy and the boys listening to "The Chronicles of Narnia"
1644. Blake - his daddy's shadow
1645. Beautiful weather & a backyard to enjoy it in
1646. All the ways Matt has made our yard so special
1647. The many, many, many gifts I don't take the time to count each day
1648. New days and new opportunities to keep counting

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