Home again...back to laundry and vet appointments and pulling weeds. Back to baking bread for my sweetheart, and going to Mass on Sundays. Back to traffic and 7-eleven big gulps, walking the dogs, emptying the dishwasher, and using tap water without any worries. Back to talking to my daughters, putting together the latest Lydia photos, and going through junk mail. And through it all I am so thankful that God saw fit to send me to another world, to open my eyes to see His beauty in everything, His purpose in all that transpires. God is so good.
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