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881. little hands reaching for mine.
882. vanilla coconut milk.
883. grey skies fluttering with snowflakes.
884. pulling the girls in a sled and hearing their giggles filling the air behind me.
885. butter melting on warm homemade bread.
886. date nights with my favorite guy.
887. emmy's singing.
888. homemade granola.
889. watching movies snuggled in bed.
890. bella's hugs.
891. coconut cake.
892. being able to love and comfort my sick girl back to health.
893. piles of laundry, clean and warm.
Amen and amen to 882 and 893! Now if only those clean piles of laundry would put themselves away. Lately our piles have become wrinkled, cold piles of clothes that have been rooted through.
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