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One Thousand Gifts



242. my 2 yr old playing with his shadows
243. brothers who stick up for each other
244. a great Zooma run
245. a great Zooma dinner
246. rain
247. an unexpected dinner invitation
248. time at the park and friends showing up at the last minute
249. the Nun Run
250. a great time with new women running
251. crown of thorns
252. candles to light our Lenten journey
253. faces lit by the candles of Lent
254. my son who knows so much more than me (at times)
255. dinner with friends
256. a comfortable window bench
257. ice cream cookie sandwiches
258. flowers from my husband
259. boys who sing about Jesus while lying in their beds
260. toy cars lined up on a picture box
261. blueberry muffins
262. a boy who read one whole chapter book in a day
263. a boy who read two whole chapter books in a day
264. daily mass
265. a taped IT band
266. an outing with the boys
267. daffodils blooming
268. seeing my boy, all comfortable, reading on the couch
269. the elliptical at the gym
270. the smell of wood
271. my in-laws who watched and played with the boys
272. green cookies
273. for a Saint who left his home country to be a missionary to those who enslaved him (thank you, St Patrick)
274. boys dirty from playing outside all afternoon
275. brothers having a picnic on the back deck together and say grace without even being asked

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