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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

3 Thoughts on a Tuesday.

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This morning, I set off for a run.  I'm getting my groove back.  Even thinking about a 1/2 in the fall.  I'm rounding the corner, I'm in my groove.  I see him.
He's 77.  He waves and calls, "Hello!"  I wave back, and he continues to ask me questions.
Without even thinking, I stop and take out my headphone.  (Only one.)  And here's what I learn:
He's trying to master the geography of our state.  He thinks it's great politicians come here.  He values manners, and thinks my family is brave.  We've been invited to the street party on August 29th at 4:45.
I made it a total of 1.5 miles.  Who cares?  Not me.  The miles will be there tomorrow.  I have to believe that it's time for us--all of us to lean in and know our neighbors.  Really know them.

Today at school, like an angel from above, a former student shows up with tiny chocolate cupcakes at the end of the day.  (Because Mrs. Limback needed a little chocolate.)
Me:  Is it your birthday?  Are you 9?
Kid:  Yep.  9.
Me:  Gosh.  When did that happen?!
Kid:  (Shoots me funny look).  Well...today...
Well played Third Grader...well played...

It's my Mr.'s birthday today.  The note that Li'l T write to his dad goes like this:
Dear Daddy-You are almost 40.  You are growing up so fast. xoxoxoxo, Lil' T.



Joy!
Kendra




6 comments:

  1. "You are growing up so fast"--that's priceless! Love these little moments where you notice something and capture dialogue from your day.

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  2. I love that you stopped and enjoyed a conversation with your neighbor. Priorities....

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  3. You truly found the joy in the little moments of today! Thank you for sharing!

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  4. Your post made a lovely ending to my day, Kendra. What a full-of-happiness piece of writing! Happy Birthday to your husband!

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  5. Always a delightful read, and a reminder to enjoy the precious moments...

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