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One Thousand Gifts



214. a good homeschooling day
215. french toast bake
216. an email - I am a finalist
217. the young woman who paid for our parking in downtown DC when I could not find any more change
218. our trip to the Museum of Natural History
219. the wonderment of all the boys
220. "Take a picture Mommy."
221. J's love for history and the mystery of skeletons from Jamestown
222. my husband's goodbye party at work
223. hugs and smiles
224. others' appreciation for him
225. Fr Bill
226. Fr Panke
227. Sr Trinite
228. for the woman behind the camera capturing all the memories and entertaining the boys
229.beautiful weather so the boys could play outside
230. a few miles on the elliptical when my legs needed a break from the pounding of running
231. my 4 yr old pushing his two yr old brother in the swing without being asked
232. pillow fights, tickles, and laughter
233. bear counters turning into Colonial and British Armies
234. a boy running in the backyard, proclaiming that he is a priest-knight
235. a little boy in love with his Godmother
236. a husband who pushed me back out the door, knowing I would not be happy with only 15
237. a nap
238. Lenten plans set
239. the laughter of my 2 yr old as he hits a balloon
240. crocuses blooming
241. the yellow of a daffodil bud ready to open
241. birds chirping

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  1. I am doing the Maryland half, but also the Zooma:). What's the information for the training group?? I'm interested!!

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