If you were here, I would have been more inspired to make coffee. Don't you just love the aroma of fresh brewed coffee? Even if you don't like coffee...most people like the smell.
If you were here, I would have brushed my hair already. But you're not...so I've got bed-head. My big fat curling iron, which I use every day, blew up yesterday. Literally...while I was using it. Scared me to death. I didn't have time to go get a new one so, I'm gonna have to figure out a new way to fix my hair today...before I go to work...that is, after I finish talking to you, wake up the kids, have a shower, make breakfast, make lunches and get everybody out the door.
If you were here, I'd probably be telling you my latest story....how it seems that every Valentines weekend I seem to squirt something in my eye...this weekend it was lime juice.
I'd probably tell you some crazy things about my kids...and you'd tell me some crazy things about yours.
You know...if you were here...I'd offer you something to eat. I don't have anything cool made, so I'd probably just offer you scrambled eggs and toast and we'd not eat it at the table...we'd come and eat it in front of the fireplace with the coffee that I would have made.
All in all...we'd laugh alot. We'd tell each other the things that make us mad, or share something we heard about that made us sad. You'd probably hear me complain about the love/hate relationship I have with stretch jeans (it's kind of been one of my topics lately). I'd hug you because I'm a hugger. We'd encourage each other in whatever we're talking about. It's what we're good at. It's what we do.
So that's it. I wish you were here. Wish you'd come talk to us. Let us know how you're doing and if there's something on your mind...that you'd share it with us and we could talk about it.
Whatever you're doing today...May God reveal Himself to you, may He bless you and may you know that you are loved...and that you are precious.
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