Everyone needs an attitude adjustment every so often, a change of scenery, a day off, time away, quiet time or time spent with people who make you happy and laugh and forget the worries and stress of life.
On a sort of whim I went to a concert last night, a Christian concert. This was my first Christian concert and honestly I can say, I needed this. No it was not like one of those revivals but it was pretty uplifting and attitude changing. I didn't know every song that was played but having the words to each song up on the big screen was pretty cool-it helped deliver the message. And to be honest hearing all those voices sing along was pretty amazing.
But one of the most amazing parts was when the lead singer from Mercy Me, Bart Millard, ask everyone to sing along to the next song in their set, with no words on the screen. Well hearing several thousand people sing, with no accompaniment, Amazing Grace, was moving to say the least. The volume and feeling of love and unity was very obvious.
If you didn't know the bands and their music that played and didn't know the words to the songs you would have labeled it another rock concert. But it was far more. It was a concert where each song spoke a message, and shared love and was to comfort, or something you could relate to or make you feel good, or all of those.
The song, "I can only imagine" and now movie, both send a powerful message. The song written by Millard after his dad, who was abusive, died from cancer will make you think, appreciate and touch your heart. Hearing it live was an amazing experience as I have wondered what it will be like, when that day comes.
What I'm trying to say here is do something for you. Do something good for your soul. Something that will adjust your attitude and make you happy. Every day is a gift.
And if you want to be happy listen to Mercy Me's Happy Dance song...it will make you want to get up and do a happy dance.
Friday, April 13, 2018
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Happy National Siblings Day
I didn't know there was such a day as Happy National Siblings Day but yes there is and here we are.
I've been blessed with four older siblings. And yes I was an unplanned surprise (no comments here, we're just going to go with that)!
My oldest sister was 16 going on 17 and left home before I remembered her very much. I remember her visits as a little girl being a big ordeal. And then my sister, Mary Ann, moved back to our hometown to teach while I was in high school. I got to know my sister and enjoyed our relationship. It wasn't until later looking back that I appreciate the opportunity I had to get to know my oldest sister. Mary Ann reminds me so much of my mom that it brings me a lot of comfort to be around her and I call her when I really miss my mom. She is one of the strongest people I know and calm and level headed are her strongest points.
My second sister was 14 when I was born and again before I realized or remembered she was off to see the world. I remember my sister Carol being fun and coming home to pick me up from school and as she has been many times, been mistaken for my mom. I'm sure she didn't appreciate these times and I was oblivious to it. But I always took it as a compliment as I've always thought Carol to be the good looking one of the bunch! Carol is tenacious and a go-getter. She is a force!
Big brother, Dick, was always a kind and gentle force in my life. He is one of the most easy going people I know and he would do just about anything for anyone. He has one of the kindest hearts I've ever met. He has endured some tough times and I am in awe of his strength. He never minded taking his little sitter along, be it giving me a ride in the little red wagon or along on a date with his future wife. Dick helped set the bar high in how a man should treat a woman in my eyes.
Dean, my younger of two older brothers, he and I have been through a lot. I remember Dean tormenting and knowing how to push my buttons as a kid. And he would take my toys apart and never be able to get them back together correctly when we were kids. But Dean is one of the strongest guys I know. He knows how to work. Our tempers clashed on numerous occasions-it comes from both of us being redheads. But honestly I would not have wanted to go through the tough times that we did with anyone else. Dean is a workaholic but I have no doubt one of the best friends a person could ever ask for.
There they all are, in a nutshell. We've had our disagreements, fights, times of not speaking to one another but when times have been tough we've been there either right behind or silently supporting one another. We were all raised the same but yet turned out differently. Some of us are more like dad, some more like mom and maybe one of us a good mixture of both! Regardless they are my siblings and God put us in the same family and the way we are for a variety of reasons. I love them and wish them each a blessed and happy day.
I've been blessed with four older siblings. And yes I was an unplanned surprise (no comments here, we're just going to go with that)!
My oldest sister was 16 going on 17 and left home before I remembered her very much. I remember her visits as a little girl being a big ordeal. And then my sister, Mary Ann, moved back to our hometown to teach while I was in high school. I got to know my sister and enjoyed our relationship. It wasn't until later looking back that I appreciate the opportunity I had to get to know my oldest sister. Mary Ann reminds me so much of my mom that it brings me a lot of comfort to be around her and I call her when I really miss my mom. She is one of the strongest people I know and calm and level headed are her strongest points.
My second sister was 14 when I was born and again before I realized or remembered she was off to see the world. I remember my sister Carol being fun and coming home to pick me up from school and as she has been many times, been mistaken for my mom. I'm sure she didn't appreciate these times and I was oblivious to it. But I always took it as a compliment as I've always thought Carol to be the good looking one of the bunch! Carol is tenacious and a go-getter. She is a force!
Big brother, Dick, was always a kind and gentle force in my life. He is one of the most easy going people I know and he would do just about anything for anyone. He has one of the kindest hearts I've ever met. He has endured some tough times and I am in awe of his strength. He never minded taking his little sitter along, be it giving me a ride in the little red wagon or along on a date with his future wife. Dick helped set the bar high in how a man should treat a woman in my eyes.
Dean, my younger of two older brothers, he and I have been through a lot. I remember Dean tormenting and knowing how to push my buttons as a kid. And he would take my toys apart and never be able to get them back together correctly when we were kids. But Dean is one of the strongest guys I know. He knows how to work. Our tempers clashed on numerous occasions-it comes from both of us being redheads. But honestly I would not have wanted to go through the tough times that we did with anyone else. Dean is a workaholic but I have no doubt one of the best friends a person could ever ask for.
There they all are, in a nutshell. We've had our disagreements, fights, times of not speaking to one another but when times have been tough we've been there either right behind or silently supporting one another. We were all raised the same but yet turned out differently. Some of us are more like dad, some more like mom and maybe one of us a good mixture of both! Regardless they are my siblings and God put us in the same family and the way we are for a variety of reasons. I love them and wish them each a blessed and happy day.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Happy Birthday in heaven, Mom!
April 2 will always hold a very special place in my heart. It was my mom's birthday! And to tell you the truth my mom, and dad for that matter, really knew how to make their birthday's special. They always made my brother's and sister's birthday's special growing up also.
But as my parent's got older they really made their days, birthday and anniversary, special. They'd celebrate all day long in a variety of ways. From going to church to coffee with friends and relatives. Lunch at a favorite place and a favorite meal for supper, playing cards with family and friends. And of course, birthday cake or pie. It was always a celebration, all day long, or several days sometimes! They set the bar and standards high for celebrating birthday's.
I have a lot of fond memories as a kid of my birthdays. But to be honest I remember more details of my parent's birthday's than mine! And now since they are both gone I celebrate their birth day here on earth. Usually with an extra prayer and a favorite food of theirs. It brings back happy and good memories.
My memories of my mom's birthday brings me back to my first communion back when I was in 2nd grade. I won't mention what year it was, but it was not only my first communion day, but it was my mom's birthday and Easter. The trifecta in celebrations. I know it pleased my mom for me to make my first communion on her birthday, I'm sure that's why I chose the day! This was back in the day when we could choose when to make our first communion rather than at the mass for all 2nd graders. It was a thing at that time. This was a big day. I remember lots of food, a cake and a yellow first communion dress that I'm pretty sure my mom had a big hand in picking out since it was her favorite color! I didn't have the preverbal white first communion dress with a veil like my sisters. Again another trend of the times. This was one of my favorite memories of my mom's birthday.
Then there was the year there was a blizzard that dumped a LOT of snow on April 2. I remember missing several days of school! My parent's always had a saying that the day takes after the person. This was all done in good humor. Some years April 2nd was very spring like, other years it was wintery and cold or the year of the blizzard! Unpredictable was the best way to describe my mom's birthday weather! I did some google research and for what it was worth it was 67-degrees and sunny on the day my mom was born, that seems appropriate!
And in my mom's last years on earth I always took the day off of work and would drive over to spend her day with her. We'd get her favorite food. And we'd have ice cream and there was always some yellow, from what she was wearing that day, to the main color of a lot of her birthday cards to flowers and the icing on her cake. My mom loved yellow!
So this year is the sixth birthday I celebrated without my mom. I miss her everyday and I know the birthday's in heaven have to be pretty special, lots of yellow, strawberries, chicken and smiles and laughter for mom.
Happy Birthday in heaven. If you celebrate as much in heaven as you did on earth I'm sure it one fun and happy day! Love and miss you mom.
But as my parent's got older they really made their days, birthday and anniversary, special. They'd celebrate all day long in a variety of ways. From going to church to coffee with friends and relatives. Lunch at a favorite place and a favorite meal for supper, playing cards with family and friends. And of course, birthday cake or pie. It was always a celebration, all day long, or several days sometimes! They set the bar and standards high for celebrating birthday's.
I have a lot of fond memories as a kid of my birthdays. But to be honest I remember more details of my parent's birthday's than mine! And now since they are both gone I celebrate their birth day here on earth. Usually with an extra prayer and a favorite food of theirs. It brings back happy and good memories.
My memories of my mom's birthday brings me back to my first communion back when I was in 2nd grade. I won't mention what year it was, but it was not only my first communion day, but it was my mom's birthday and Easter. The trifecta in celebrations. I know it pleased my mom for me to make my first communion on her birthday, I'm sure that's why I chose the day! This was back in the day when we could choose when to make our first communion rather than at the mass for all 2nd graders. It was a thing at that time. This was a big day. I remember lots of food, a cake and a yellow first communion dress that I'm pretty sure my mom had a big hand in picking out since it was her favorite color! I didn't have the preverbal white first communion dress with a veil like my sisters. Again another trend of the times. This was one of my favorite memories of my mom's birthday.
Then there was the year there was a blizzard that dumped a LOT of snow on April 2. I remember missing several days of school! My parent's always had a saying that the day takes after the person. This was all done in good humor. Some years April 2nd was very spring like, other years it was wintery and cold or the year of the blizzard! Unpredictable was the best way to describe my mom's birthday weather! I did some google research and for what it was worth it was 67-degrees and sunny on the day my mom was born, that seems appropriate!
And in my mom's last years on earth I always took the day off of work and would drive over to spend her day with her. We'd get her favorite food. And we'd have ice cream and there was always some yellow, from what she was wearing that day, to the main color of a lot of her birthday cards to flowers and the icing on her cake. My mom loved yellow!
So this year is the sixth birthday I celebrated without my mom. I miss her everyday and I know the birthday's in heaven have to be pretty special, lots of yellow, strawberries, chicken and smiles and laughter for mom.
Happy Birthday in heaven. If you celebrate as much in heaven as you did on earth I'm sure it one fun and happy day! Love and miss you mom.
Friday, February 9, 2018
I hate being sick
I was a premie, arriving 4-5 weeks early. And since that time I've always battled whatever is going around. And to be honest I was never terribly healthy until being pregnant with my oldest son. My body finally settled down and acted fairly normal compared to everyone else. I hated being sick as a kid, I still do-I try to act like I'm not and ignore it. When I got a cold or the flu as a kid, I got it good. There was never a mild version as far as my health was concerned.
So when my "smokers voice" started two weeks ago I knew what was coming. But I waged a battle prepared for what was to come next. And I did. I fought it hard. I've drank gallons of water. I've blown my nose so many times I feel like there should have been a counter on the tissue box. I drank tea. I took doses of local honey. I tried whiskey. And I drank more water. I tried, I really, really did. But on Tuesday the exhausting coughing turned into plugged and achy ears. I hate earaches. I had them as a kid and they hurt. It's hard to hear. It makes your head feel out of sync and it throws your sense of balance off. All of which I had. So I put up the white flag on Wednesday and called my doctor. And I could not get in to see her until today, Friday. I made a promise to myself that if I felt better Friday morning I was not going to keep my appointment. Thursday morning was the best I'd felt in over two weeks. Yay!!! I'd beaten the crud. Thursday afternoon I felt myself slipping. The ears ached, I was tired and just wanted to crawl in bed. But I kept going.
So today I swallowed my pride and went to the doctor with what I was 99.99999% sure was sinus infection. And I was right. I spent more time driving and waiting to see the doctor than I actually saw her but she confirmed my self diagnosis. A quick trip across the hallway to pick up my antibiotics at the pharmacy, and I was on my way back home. (I made a Starbucks stop because....well, just because). I've gotten one dose of antibiotics in and will get the second one in before the day is over. My weekend plans are to get over this junk and get back on track with eating and exercising and things smelling and tasting like they should. My sense of taste and smell has been out of whack since this all started.
So as the flu, influenza, strep throat, sinus infection season rages on I'm going to say I tried and I put up a good battle but I got help! I can admit when I've been defeated, I tried!
Stay healthy. Drink plenty of water and wash your hands. And a final thought-I'd like to find the little bugger that gave me this junk but the damage is done, I hope I didn't pass it along to anyone. And if I did, I hope it was someone I don't like!
Stay healthy.
So when my "smokers voice" started two weeks ago I knew what was coming. But I waged a battle prepared for what was to come next. And I did. I fought it hard. I've drank gallons of water. I've blown my nose so many times I feel like there should have been a counter on the tissue box. I drank tea. I took doses of local honey. I tried whiskey. And I drank more water. I tried, I really, really did. But on Tuesday the exhausting coughing turned into plugged and achy ears. I hate earaches. I had them as a kid and they hurt. It's hard to hear. It makes your head feel out of sync and it throws your sense of balance off. All of which I had. So I put up the white flag on Wednesday and called my doctor. And I could not get in to see her until today, Friday. I made a promise to myself that if I felt better Friday morning I was not going to keep my appointment. Thursday morning was the best I'd felt in over two weeks. Yay!!! I'd beaten the crud. Thursday afternoon I felt myself slipping. The ears ached, I was tired and just wanted to crawl in bed. But I kept going.
So today I swallowed my pride and went to the doctor with what I was 99.99999% sure was sinus infection. And I was right. I spent more time driving and waiting to see the doctor than I actually saw her but she confirmed my self diagnosis. A quick trip across the hallway to pick up my antibiotics at the pharmacy, and I was on my way back home. (I made a Starbucks stop because....well, just because). I've gotten one dose of antibiotics in and will get the second one in before the day is over. My weekend plans are to get over this junk and get back on track with eating and exercising and things smelling and tasting like they should. My sense of taste and smell has been out of whack since this all started.
So as the flu, influenza, strep throat, sinus infection season rages on I'm going to say I tried and I put up a good battle but I got help! I can admit when I've been defeated, I tried!
Stay healthy. Drink plenty of water and wash your hands. And a final thought-I'd like to find the little bugger that gave me this junk but the damage is done, I hope I didn't pass it along to anyone. And if I did, I hope it was someone I don't like!
Stay healthy.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Five minutes a day
So I noticed a couple of weeks ago someone on social media had posted picture and an explanation for their photo and the fact that they were starting this journal project.
The individual who posted the photo is someone who is starting a new chapter in their life and looking to make some changes in their way of thinking.
Her post clicked with me and I jumped on amazon, found one and order it without even really thinking. My Five Minute Journal arrived and the first part of the book is instructions and guidelines of how to use the journal. There are no rules just guidelines and suggestions. Well I took a little time to get in the right frame of mind and I started the journal. I downloaded an app to my phone to help me set goals and a purpose for this journaling thing.
I've been doing this journal for over two weeks. You are supposed to set a routine to journal every morning and evening, no matter what-make it a habit. My own routine is to get my coffee and then sitting down to think and journal in the mornings. And in the evenings. after I brush my teeth at bedtime, I journal again. I'm trying to make this a habit. And honestly I'm doing okay with it. No I didn't let myself have the "reward" I set for myself in the first week because I forgot to journal one night-I don't remember why, other than I just didn't. Accountability, I'm trying here.
The purpose of this Five Minute Journal is to make you think, look at and try to do better, along with creating a more positive mindset. It's purpose is to focus on the good in your life. And we all know in this world we need a lot more positive and happy. There is far too much negative.
Her post clicked with me and I jumped on amazon, found one and order it without even really thinking. My Five Minute Journal arrived and the first part of the book is instructions and guidelines of how to use the journal. There are no rules just guidelines and suggestions. Well I took a little time to get in the right frame of mind and I started the journal. I downloaded an app to my phone to help me set goals and a purpose for this journaling thing.
I've been doing this journal for over two weeks. You are supposed to set a routine to journal every morning and evening, no matter what-make it a habit. My own routine is to get my coffee and then sitting down to think and journal in the mornings. And in the evenings. after I brush my teeth at bedtime, I journal again. I'm trying to make this a habit. And honestly I'm doing okay with it. No I didn't let myself have the "reward" I set for myself in the first week because I forgot to journal one night-I don't remember why, other than I just didn't. Accountability, I'm trying here.
The purpose of this Five Minute Journal is to make you think, look at and try to do better, along with creating a more positive mindset. It's purpose is to focus on the good in your life. And we all know in this world we need a lot more positive and happy. There is far too much negative.
This journal has made me look at what I have and appreciate, to look for positives in the day, let the negatives go and make a daily affirmation each morning.
The end of the day journaling asks to list three amazing things that happened and how you could have made the day better.
Yes some days so far I feel like a dorky kid in what I write-I'm hard on myself a lot. I sometimes struggle with what to write, but usually I look around and realize the little things that we all take for granted and get inspired.
I can't tell you how many times since I've started this journal this quote has ran through my mind. And I can honestly say I am noticing that I'm starting to see the glass half full more than half empty or better yet that the glass can be refilled. I am guilty of letting those around me bring me down. Walking away from negative people and situations has helped my own peace of mind a great deal. We all need a break from each other every so often, that's okay.
This journaling thing has me thinking and looking and I think changing my mindset for the better. I'm trying is all I can say. I could go on for quite a while with a deluge of happiness quotes....but always remember,
And to put it in perspective, I have no problem taking 5 minutes out of the 1,440 minutes of every day to spend on being happier and looking for the good, being a better version of me. Do more of what makes YOU happy
Saturday, December 16, 2017
It's not the item, it's the memory
We all have items that remind us of a memory or person. These items can bring us good, bad, happy or sad memories when we see them. They can be treasures or a piece of comfort.
I have a light blue and white Christmas top of my mom's that I've kept for the past six Christmas's. I find it a source of comfort, especially this time of year, when I am missing my mom- the Christmas memories of her wearing it and it makes me feel like she is close. That top also still smells of my mom's perfume...Windsong. She started wearing it when I was in high school and I wore it too for a while. Smells bring back memories too.
I have a melancholy feeling towards Christmas this year. It is kind of over with already. We had a mini-Christmas back in November when everyone was home. The house is some what decorated but nothing like what I used to do. And I've been going through containers of Christmas decorations and sorting. Stuff to keep. Stuff for my kids to go through and take if they want. And stuff to just get rid of. It's time to clean out and down size. My kids can all take take their own Christmas ornaments that they made as kids in school and religious ed. Yes I will miss having those decorations on my tree but they all have their own lives, homes and trees now, they can hang, keep or toss these heirlooms if they want. What I would give to have an ornament that I made from my childhood or something from my mom or dad when they were children.
Tonight as I was hanging my dad's Iowa Hawkeye ornament on the tree it fell....and broke. My heart broke too, and the tears fell. I felt like I'd lost a piece of my dad. It's been 18 Christmas's without him. This was my Christmas connection to him, and now it sits in a dustpan, waiting to be thrown away in several pieces. I'm sad. It was purely an accident and it may have been better if it had been broken by someone else other than me-it would be easier to forgive. But nothing can be done to change it. I looked on ebay to find a replacement, but one like this wasn't available. It's gone.
I keep telling myself that it was just an ornament. It was just a reminder, memory and connection to my dad. I still have all my memories and nothing can shatter or break them. And life goes on. Tomorrow is a new day. I still have all my memories of my dad and they are mine, nothing can take that away from me.
I will continue to be a bit sad for the broken ornament. And if I ever find another one just like it I may or may not replace it but I'll keep the memories of my dad and his love of the Iowa Hawkeyes close to my heart.
I have a light blue and white Christmas top of my mom's that I've kept for the past six Christmas's. I find it a source of comfort, especially this time of year, when I am missing my mom- the Christmas memories of her wearing it and it makes me feel like she is close. That top also still smells of my mom's perfume...Windsong. She started wearing it when I was in high school and I wore it too for a while. Smells bring back memories too.
I have a melancholy feeling towards Christmas this year. It is kind of over with already. We had a mini-Christmas back in November when everyone was home. The house is some what decorated but nothing like what I used to do. And I've been going through containers of Christmas decorations and sorting. Stuff to keep. Stuff for my kids to go through and take if they want. And stuff to just get rid of. It's time to clean out and down size. My kids can all take take their own Christmas ornaments that they made as kids in school and religious ed. Yes I will miss having those decorations on my tree but they all have their own lives, homes and trees now, they can hang, keep or toss these heirlooms if they want. What I would give to have an ornament that I made from my childhood or something from my mom or dad when they were children.
Tonight as I was hanging my dad's Iowa Hawkeye ornament on the tree it fell....and broke. My heart broke too, and the tears fell. I felt like I'd lost a piece of my dad. It's been 18 Christmas's without him. This was my Christmas connection to him, and now it sits in a dustpan, waiting to be thrown away in several pieces. I'm sad. It was purely an accident and it may have been better if it had been broken by someone else other than me-it would be easier to forgive. But nothing can be done to change it. I looked on ebay to find a replacement, but one like this wasn't available. It's gone.
I keep telling myself that it was just an ornament. It was just a reminder, memory and connection to my dad. I still have all my memories and nothing can shatter or break them. And life goes on. Tomorrow is a new day. I still have all my memories of my dad and they are mine, nothing can take that away from me.
I will continue to be a bit sad for the broken ornament. And if I ever find another one just like it I may or may not replace it but I'll keep the memories of my dad and his love of the Iowa Hawkeyes close to my heart.
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
Dec. 6, St. Nick's day
Yes, St. Nicholas day has rolled around again. And I just read my blog from last year. The basis for my tradition that I've done with my kids over the years and my memories and hopes for what this day represents for them.
Okay, truth time. I've battle with the issue of if I should or should not continue the St. Nick's day tradition. I asked my daughter, who was no help, if I should continue it or if everyone had out grown and tired of this? I've been back and forth with if I should keep doing this or just stop. And last week I decided to keep the tradition going. The problem is St. Nick doesn't have his act together this year! He's working on it but just didn't get it all pulled together. And all day long I've tried to figure out a way to let my kids and their spouses know that St. Nick was still around, just a little behind. Well here it is!
But I had a first tonight, St. Nick left me a gift. I've never been on the receiving end of St. Nicholas day. As I stated in my blog last year the St. Nick tradition came from the memories my mom shared of her childhood and how St. Nick would come to her house leaving small gift in their shoes or socks. This is where I got the idea and started the tradition in my house for my kids.
But tonight a phone call from my son Ranen who instructed me that he and his wife had left something in his closet....three gifts-from St. Nick!! This is the highlight of my week, I have no doubt. St. Nick left a candle that smells wonderful. A large deck of cards for someone else who lives under the same roof and the world's softest Peanuts blanket! Snoopy, Charlie Brown and the whole gang are wrapped around me as I type this. From the bottom of my heart-THANK YOU. This is the first St, Nick gifts I've ever gotten and I must say that Whitney and Ranen, I mean St. Nick, did a wonderful job and this is one of the biggest surprises I've had a in a long, long time. It has touched my heart.
So in the season of giving and the spirit of what St. Nicholas day is all about, I wish anyone reading this the blessings of the season and my you find the true spirit of what this time of year is all about in your heart.
Okay, truth time. I've battle with the issue of if I should or should not continue the St. Nick's day tradition. I asked my daughter, who was no help, if I should continue it or if everyone had out grown and tired of this? I've been back and forth with if I should keep doing this or just stop. And last week I decided to keep the tradition going. The problem is St. Nick doesn't have his act together this year! He's working on it but just didn't get it all pulled together. And all day long I've tried to figure out a way to let my kids and their spouses know that St. Nick was still around, just a little behind. Well here it is!
But I had a first tonight, St. Nick left me a gift. I've never been on the receiving end of St. Nicholas day. As I stated in my blog last year the St. Nick tradition came from the memories my mom shared of her childhood and how St. Nick would come to her house leaving small gift in their shoes or socks. This is where I got the idea and started the tradition in my house for my kids.
But tonight a phone call from my son Ranen who instructed me that he and his wife had left something in his closet....three gifts-from St. Nick!! This is the highlight of my week, I have no doubt. St. Nick left a candle that smells wonderful. A large deck of cards for someone else who lives under the same roof and the world's softest Peanuts blanket! Snoopy, Charlie Brown and the whole gang are wrapped around me as I type this. From the bottom of my heart-THANK YOU. This is the first St, Nick gifts I've ever gotten and I must say that Whitney and Ranen, I mean St. Nick, did a wonderful job and this is one of the biggest surprises I've had a in a long, long time. It has touched my heart.
So in the season of giving and the spirit of what St. Nicholas day is all about, I wish anyone reading this the blessings of the season and my you find the true spirit of what this time of year is all about in your heart.
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