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Just Another Day

I seem to think and feel this way every day (especially for the past 3.5 months), but I rarely take the time to write them down. I do journal in my own personal journal, but not as often as I should..and I prefer typing to writing.

It never ceases to amaze me how miraculous life is. I still am in denial that Brynlynn is mine; forever a part of my family. I still just stare at her, as I did the day she was born, in awe. Brent and I continually admit, "I can't believe she's ours." I love to go into her room and watch her sleep in her crib...so perfect and peaceful. Such an incredible blessing to our lives.

Brent, oh Brent...where to start. I'm actually laughing as I'm typing this because he's beside me working, wearing some painfully, oversized headphones singing beats-lyrics---noises? and air drumming (of course). Gosh how he makes me laugh!..often unintentionally, because he's just being Brent..the only way he knows how. I've continued to watch him as I've typed, and he's hilarious-I'm in tears (he's finally figured out I'm watching). We have a good time together, mostly...& I think we're getting pretty good at the times that aren't so good. It's funny how learning to forgive/forget quickly helps a relationship. He's fallen effortlessly into fatherhood (though I have to admit it was no shock to me...he is also a way cool uncle). I don't believe in soul mates. I believe you become each others soul mates...nothing as great a blessing as love, and a happy marriage just happens and falls into place-it takes effort. But it makes for good movies!

It's so easy for me to get lost in the things of the world. Regardless of how many times I'm humbled and feel overwhelmingly grateful for the things that I've been blessed with I still seem to forget on occasion. Today was just another day, but what a great day!

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larshannon said…
The normal days are the best

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