Or that's what I thought I wanted it to be.
But after a few minutes with my mom and a good trip to the doctor's office: one where they don't tell you any bad news, and a visit with friends of the family, I saw that this day and all others are unique and a blessing in their own right. Being able to come home and type these few words is a blessing. I know that I should not take any of this for granted.
I hope that others realize this as well.
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Live and learn. God is always with you.
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