A Month of Giving Thanks Week 3

11. My new bug! It is seriously a blessing to be able to jump in the car in the morning and know it is going to start. Plus it is so festive in the Red Rocks Red aka ORANGE.

12. My parents (who don't like their picture taken so I have to be sneaky.)

13. My brother and his wife and especially Baby Z

14. Hot Chocolate (who doesn't love that!?)

15. A dear pen pal who makes my days a little brighter

 Photo shamelessly stolen from her blog. 

If you'd like to read 1-5 go here.  If you'd like to read 6-10 go here.

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Do you remember when we used to write letters? Well, do you? And I mean a REAL LETTER...I remember writing out letters in my loopy handwriting, maybe a spritz of perfume depending on who I was writing to, lick, seal, address, stamp, and wait and wait and wait. When you got a letter back in the mail, it was so exciting! Something to look forward to...

I'm not even sure if kids today even know how to address an envelope. If you happen to mail something, it is usually pre addressed or you have to line up the address with a little window in the envelope. This is the day of instant gratification: E-mail, instant messaging and texting. Kids don't know what it is like to wait and anticipate that piece of mail. Hopefully, it wasn't a Dear John or Dear Jane, because then the anticipation would just suck!

Don't get me wrong. I am a progressive kind of gal. I love my e-mail and texting. How could I not!? But there is just something special about those letters. And, yes, I used the word special. I am, hereto, making it a goal to write more letters because, well, it is just retro, and retro is cool. Right? So, I am starting with my grandmother.

Anyone else want to jump on the letter writing bandwagon? 

Besides it helps keep my postman employed. ;)

Not the one...

I recently posted when I knew my husband was the one.  What about the one you thought was the one only to find out later that he wasn't the one?    In high school, I thought I had found the one.  He was a Senior and I was 15.  He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend and it was amazing. We dated off an on for almost 4 years.  In my little girl mind, I thought we would always be together.  But choices and circumstances created differences and things changed.  In His infinite wisdom, I was led elsewhere.  I know the choices I made were right, I am happy, have a great husband and three beautiful kids.  There is one regret, though.  The family...

When you are part of someone's life for so long, you also love their family.  They were an amazing bunch.  I had little sisters!  Four of them!  They loved me, at least I thought that they did, and when we broke up it was like I broke up with them, too.  I mean it would have been awkward to invite myself to family gatherings or offer my babysitting skills.  But, I missed them...

I recently became reacquainted with one of my former sisters via the blogging world.  She was a beautiful little girl who I adored.  I got to babysit her for a couple of weekends.  One weekend I babysat her was the weekend of my Seminary graduation.  My parents couldn't make it, I think my dad had a work party or something, but I took Lindsay.  I wonder now what people thought.  A big sister or a single mom?  I am grateful to have found her again...