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The Thousand Gifts



101. A great conversation with my physical therapist
102. An extra run outside
103. A husband who makes the bed
104. The boys getting dressed and even picking out their clothes all on their own
105. Snow day
106. Snow!
107. A morning of playing in the snow
108. Little boys in snow gear
109. Snow forts and snow ball fights
110. Hot chocolate and bagels
111. The boys being so good at the chiropractor
112. Homemade french onion soup au gratin
113. A stranger offering to help via the world of blogs
114. A boy who comes in the bathroom just to talk to me while I put on my make up
115. K inching closer to me and almost falling out of his chair at dinner so that he can hold this mom's hand for a brief moment at the dinner table
116. The smell of onions sauteing
117. Grilled muffins
118. An 18 mile run that went well
119.My neighbor who let me run 18 miles on her treadmill
120. Sitting in the choir loft all by ourselves at mass
121. Texts from my husband
122. Taking J to the Pinewood Derby workshop
123. The kindness of a cub scouting family
124. Slow dancing with my two year old

Comments

  1. I love this! Do you go all the way to 1000? How can I start?

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  2. A husband that makes the bed... that is fantastic! :) I remember making snow forts with my brothers and sister... so, so fun! Dancing with your two year old is too sweet. What a wonderful list!

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  3. A neighbor who let's you run on their treadmill is no small feat. You do have many things to be thankful for!

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  4. I love dancing with my little ones too:) Those moments should last forever.

    Do you appreciate the snow? Haha...me too. As long as Im not sliding into oncoming traffic. Haha

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  5. 115 is so sweet!

    18 miles...yeah girl! You will have no problem!

    26.2...you're there!

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