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Feel Good Friday

He's almost as happy about us as we are about him ;-)

It's so interesting to start the week on Monday with hopes and dreams and thoughts and plans, and then see where you end up on Friday. For me, it often feels like I only got a tenth of what I had planned done, but then I scroll through my phone pictures and realize how many little moments, completely unplanned, were totally worth the to-do list derailment. Tell me I'm not the only one?! Those organic and authentic events, like when your baby wakes up and can't stop smiling, or your toddler uses the phrase 'good morning' like a polite adult, or when walks to the mailbox turn into a driving lesson, or you have to change a diaper right after you changed a diaper, or story time becomes a feminist movement. There's just no way you would even want to schedule these sweet memories because it would take away the incredible surprise ;-)

And while many times these little feel-good vibes aren't especially noteworthy or documented, they are absolutely my fuel day-to-day-to-day. They are what drive me to be the best wife and mother I can be, the best friend and co-worker, the best daughter and sister - it's the little things, as they say.

So, today, bear with me as I share some Feel-Good-Friday vibes with you, because, well, everyone deserves to feel good on Friday.


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