She really does have the sweetest friends.
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I ran my 900th mile of the year today.
I never thought I’d be one of those people that talk about how much they love running.
And, I’m not really one of those people because even today, while actually running that 900th mile, I was saying, “I really hate this.”
But, running saved me this summer.
I mean it SAVED me. During a time that I could have been lost in the abyss of stress and worry, I was saved by the ritual. Tying the shoes, stretching my arms over my head. Feeling my feet hit trail or pavement. Feeling the oxygen fill me up.
I saw a lot of god this summer on my runs. I’m not one to say something like that lightly.
I felt a lot of god too. And grace.
Let’s just throw a little gratitude toward coffee. To my cuppow lid.
To Canning Jars and to my kick ass friend, Tory who made my kick ass jar cozy.
(I use it every day, hence the coffee stain on there. . . oops!).
For sun and clouds
and rain and puddles
For leaves and wind
and waves and grain
and red barns.
For the calm before and sometimes
Grateful for so many different adults in my kid’s life. This awesome mail carrier has a double life as a 4-H archery instructor!
Oh, these two. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t look at them together and sigh in contentment and wonder. Growing up, it was mostly just me and my mom, so this sort of relationship with a dad is a wonder for me to watch. They are so completely devoted to one another. . . sometimes I just can’t even STAND how awesome they are together. I love witnessing their relationship blossom and grow every.single.day. And, of course, this makes me love that guy even more (if that’s possible!).