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One Thousand Gifts

I am very behind in posting these.  I hope to get more frequent with posting them.  Because, when I post frequently, I tend to write more down each day, each week.

a relaxed school schedule
beautiful weather
boys "camping out" in our backyard
a bike ride to the playground
a morning at a friend's house
daily mass
anther beautiful day
watching the wonder of boys enjoying life
new flowers planted in the flower beds
a boy who helped plant and water the new flowers
pictures and texts to my husband so he feels a part of our life when he travels for work
A sleeping in a new bed in a new room.  No more crib!
A not getting out of the bed at all and sleeping so well in it
J in his new room
J reading at night
dwarf sunflowers
a friend's electric sander
a blossoming garden
seeing nature at work- a duck eating a frog!
a day with lots of cub scouts
help from my 3 yr old to make coffee in the Keurig
my husband's new bike
family movie night
water slide
time with my parents
hand and hand with my 3 yr old
special time with my little boy
VBS
determination on my 8 yr old's face
Starbucks gift card
Nerf bullet on the kitchen ceiling
iced coffee
cards from my hubby during our anniversary week
an unexpected hug from my 8 yr old
K reading to A
K encouraging A to go on the potty
not having to wait for a table (the kindness of the restaurant owner)
learning what community is all about
friends who watched our boys
seeing Wicked with my hubby
10 wonderful years
8 yr old asking me to read the bible to him
seeing a beautiful sunset while driving across the Severn River Bridge
the sail boat illuminated by the golden light of the sun set
the recognition that life is precious
watching the boys play
K singing so loudly at mass
praise and worship at Steubie U
mass at Steubie U, alone, without the boys
recognition that we serve a BIG GOD
pool at the hotel
seeing old friends
 being on Steubenville's campus
further recognition of God's gifts
sun set at Antietam battlefield
realizing that the journey and not just the destination is meant for fun
family duck duck goose
finger paitn drawings drying the the clothes line
an owl's call
laughing boys
games with the boys
making my boys smile

(gifts 367-429)

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  1. What a great list! I would LOVE to go back for a Steubie Mass...there is just nothing like it! Xander's godfather, Fr. Jay Mello (do you know him? He went to FUS too) was just out there for a conference. He said the campus has changed so much since we were there.

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