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It's always the simple things

Simple things are truly what make life rich and wonderful. In fact, some days, the simple stuff is all that keeps me from running screaming from the room.

Seriously.

Like, when my friend JL would do her silly happy dance as she walked by my office door. That would jolly me out of any stress out I could conjure. Every single time.

Like when Son called yesterday and announced he'd be joining us in Mexico for the holidays. Woot! So now our fam will be complete plus 1 sweet friend of Daughter's...laying on the beach, contemplating whether it's time to apply more sunscreen. Or or to reach for a cold beer or order a chilly marg. You know, that kind of stuff. Easy.

Like Daughter and I spending time at our hair stylist's yesterday afternoon. Sipping a glass of wine, getting our 'dos done. Then shopping, and actually finding a cute pair of boots and some darling jeans for the girl.

Like dancing in the kitchen..while listening to Tom Petty, laughing with my girl, prepping a Thanksgiving feast...she's making her now famous sweet potato casserole, I was getting the bird ready to roast.

It's real life, it's the best of the best, and I feel blessed.

I wish for you a Thanksgiving filled with warmth and love and closeness and whatever warms your heart.


Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

Hugs,
Stevie


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