* Cookie dough ice cream.
* Getting home from on work on Saturday to find that my guy had cleaned my apartment for me.
*Surviving cold weather.
-15 is bad enough but with that windchill! Brrr! |
*Having Ian say "Your bedroom is super girly!" Exactly what i was going for!
*Shaving with a new razor blade.
*The boys cooked and cleaned up dinner.
...and it was delicious |
*Sitting in church between the two guys.
*Listening to music that i love but haven't heard in ages.
*Sunday afternoon the sun was pouring through the sliding door. Ian was sprawled on the floor playing soft music on his computer and mumbling Russian under his breath as he worked on a homework assignment. The guy was curled up asleep on the couch with the birds jumping all over him and singing. i sat with a book in my lap but didn't even open it and begin reading because i just wanted to soak in the peaceful moment.
Sleeping through the whistles |
*i convinced one of my employees to begin running so that she can be on my Ragnar team! She ran the first three of my 12 miler with me.
*Cosmic Bowling and mass goofiness.
Funky cosmic bowling lighting |
*Finishing a novel that was all page turning nonsense.
*Happy Snaps.
PS: i like him too! |
6 comments:
Sweet! So happy you are happy!!
You happiness helps me feel happy too. :) Also, your brother is so tall! I can't believe he's back from his mission and totally grown up. I guess times flies.
Cookie dough ice cream?? Sign me up!! And yes there's something so awesome about hearing a song you love for the first time in ages. And it's like you never forgot the lyrics - you can still sing right along without missing a beat.
I remember negative 15 days. My nose hairs would freeze. Bleh! Glad you are surviving the cold!
I love that all these things are happening for you :)
Jennifer one of the things I have always admired about you is how it is the simple things that you find pleasure in. It makes me happy to see you with a smile gracing your pretty face and causes me to sit back and just take in life and smile a little myself.
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