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It's the LITTLE things...

The little things I LOVE...

My Father in Heaven.
My husband.
My two little boys of course!
Cold cereal in the morning, so much easier than cooking anything.
I love my two new callings, the nursery and enrichment!
A good book.
A smile.
Flip-flops.
Chocolate.
Christmas lights.
Aleck falling asleep while playing, eating or watching Elmo.
Quintin's snuggles.
Chads way of always getting me to laugh.
My homemade sweet rolls.
Cherry blossoms.
A cold glass of milk.

Comments

Jessica Marie said…
Those are great things to love!
December 7, 2008 at 3:45 PM
Michelle said…
Hey, my calling is enrichment too! Maybe we can swap ideas! :)
December 28, 2008 at 8:54 PM
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