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What reminds me

What reminds me that we live in an apartment and not a house? 
1. The steps on our "roof."
2. The baby cries that remind me I don't have a baby.
3. A key to our mailbox
4. The money we throw away once a month
5. The hammering on our walls, at bedtime
6. A water efficient shower head
7. Pink tile
8. Storage that takes an appointment to access
9. Smokers on my front porch

Any way, Thanksgiving is a time for appreciating what we have and realizing how lucky we are. And although that doesn't sound very appreciative, we are. We can't wait to move and save money, but right now, this is where we should be.

We were able to go to Looper Rd for Thanksgiving. Of course I forgot to take all the pictures I wanted to, but we'll be back (whether Eric realizes that or not). I love good country cooking and the relaxing feeling that being there has on my soul.

I am grateful
1. to be married to my best friend
2. for pizza
3. my legs
4. my eyes and camera
5. the gospel of Jesus Christ
6. blog followers
7. country music
8. a good nights rest
9. to be a US citizen

 boiled peanuts! Eric wouldn't even try one!
















 




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