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The one where I return

It's been a while, old friend.

I could say it's because I've been so busy.
I could say it's because I'm more selective these days on things I post online.
I could say it's because I don't have much to write about.

Whatever the case. I haven't written much this year.

In October I celebrated three years with the Foundation. Three. Years.
I don't even know how that is possible. It doesn't make sense to me.
November marked two years since the apartment fire.

Time continues to fly by and I continue to stand with my mouth agape in confusion and wonder at how fast it goes.

This Thanksgiving I went to Texas for a baby shower, a wedding, and family time.

My best friend is having a baby.

This kid will be one of the most loved babies to walk this earth. I just know it. I can't wait to meet him.

A friend from college said "I do" to the man of her dreams. I wept as they had their first dance. It was a beautiful picture of God's faithfulness. When I met her new husband, I said to him "I've been praying for you for a decade. You are an answer to many prayers."

Sweet time with dear friends and their babies wrapped up my time in Dallas before I headed to see my family. My friends have made some pretty darn cute babies.

Family time in Paris, TX was sweet. My mom and dad know how to make their girls feel loved, special, and cared for. While it may be a hike to get there, I never regret getting out to the middle of nowhere for some rest and a chance to refocus.

Then.

I went to New York.

I flew out Thanksgiving day to meet up with friends. We arrived, settled into our hotel, and went out for a Thanksgiving dinner. From that moment on- the trip was seamless. The five of us toured, ate, and enjoyed our way through the city. We experienced as much as we could in the few days there. Walked over 25 miles, saw the 9/11 memorial, watched Chicago on Broadway, ice skated in Central Park, stayed up way too late at night playing cards in our room, laughed til we cried, went to the Top of the Rock, and even found a place called Corso Coffee.

A great November, indeed.








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