Today, on our drive to the track meet, I started to cry. I don’t remember what song was on the radio, but both my daughter and I knew it and were singing along. We were driving on a new road, one we’d never been on before. We left at the right time, not late for once, so we didn’t have to hurry. The fields were green and washed clean from yesterday’s rain. Cows were grazing. I was so grateful to be there in a car that was running with my girl on a beautiful day. It was just a Thursday. Ordinary. Priceless.
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YES, this is called a heart full of gratefulness, isn’t it Robin?! Just the ORDINARY with a powerful impact in your heart, your daughter’s heart and mine! Lovely….