This really is supposed to be a daily thing... I'll get there. I'm getting there...
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lacing up my running shoes... first time in a while...
sun warming my face as I walk and jog, muscles trying to remember what to do...
looking back to see son and husband smiling, encouraging, supporting...
the finish... always the finish...
me, my mom and her mom, light conversation after a heavy meal...
signs of spring... yes, even my itchy nose makes me thankful. it means the cold is leaving...
bare baby feet stepping onto sun warmed grass...
and oh those chubby little legs...
infectious giggles...
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