Its party day. Which, naturally, means Im rushing around. Worried about the rain, worried about the amount of food, worried about how much the food will cost, worried about the line at walmart thats 16 people deep, worried about the things that still need to be picked up at home, worried about cooking the food. On our way home, I look in my backseat and see my almost-3 year old surrounded by Mickey Mouse balloons, smiling as wide as her face will allow her. Then, in a tiny, quiet voice that I dont even think was meant for me to overhear, Avery whispers This is the best birthday ever. On top of that, Jordanna Pike is in front of me in the McDonalds drive through and pays for my order. God sure knows how to send me little reminders to stop worrying and find the good in everyday.
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 17:50:46 +0000
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