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I believe in signs. I don't believe in coincidence. Often times the Universe whispers to me and I'll brush it off, then it whispers a bit
The little things.
As I bid farewell to 2014 and open my arms wide to 2015, I began to think about the little things that brought me the most happiness. A few months ago, JetSet Tot and I started counting our blessings every night at bedtime and
2014 was not bad whatsoever. In fact, it was the first year in a long time that I felt was kind to us. Not fantabulously flawless, but it certainly did not deliver the sucker punches like previous years. This is the first year I'm not trying to
September 11, 2001
Where were you?