My inner-editor was able to come out and play when I saw this sign. Do you think these were Brazilian deer?
What a blessing to share good times with good friends!
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| My mom, me, and a very friendly polar bear. |
Today, I am thankful for sugar-free Jell-o.
Like just about everyone else, I was thinking about the start of a new year and the symbolism that holds. New beginnings. Fresh starts. And then I thought about what I want to focus on this year. The answer came pretty quickly.
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| Where will you go this year? |
My mom came across my first picture with Santa... it was 1965, which makes me a year and a half old. I don't look too secure with the old gentleman.
This morning I accompanied my 19-year-old son to the polling place for his first time participating in the electoral process. "Whatever happens over the next four years," I told him, "you're now partially responsible. Congratulations."
I had to laugh at the entry to the voting machines. There was absolutely no doubt we were in the right place.
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