a season of blessings and joy
“Ohhhhhhh myyyyy galoshes!” Thalia unzipped her parka. Curls tumbled free from her hat. “It’s getting dark already! Whaaaaaaar’d this day go?!”
Nia noted the days events with a finger count. “Eight a.m. zoom call, haircut at nine, major grocery shopping, unpack and put away the haul, quick lunch, Henny to the dog park, catch up on messages and mail, Henny outside for a potty break which Typist turned into a leg stretch —”
“And now we’ve arrived home… at 3mm,” Cal sighed. “Isn’t it wonder-full?”
Words from Typist:
Did you catch that?
A haircut!!!
More like a hair shape-up… that involved a scissors. 😉
It was so fantastic to hug and spend time with my stylist.
Fingers crossed that she reads today’s love letter. 💜
Are you smiling back at the little fighter pictured above?
I found out that I will not be eligible to donate blood again for five years.
If you’re a blood donor…
Thank You!
a season of blessings and joy
“Are you smiling back at the little fighter pictured above?” ~Typist
Yes! At my annual event 🚴🏼♂️ there is a section dedicated to the childhood survivors. It’s called the “Miracle Mile.” I will text a picture to you for context! It’s #Amazing 🙌🏼 Wonder-Full 😎🚴🏼♂️🎨
And... 💇🏻♀️ Whaaaaat? 😉
That photo is a beautiful way to start my day. I'm smiling back for sure! And when do we get a photo of your shaped-up hair, Gail?
Also, thanks for reminder about donating blood. I was a regular for years until my own health issues made it difficult, but I've been thinking lately that I'm well enough to start up again. Maybe that will be my Christmas present to myself--to share the gift of life.