At work, a sweet little sixth grader always stops to give me a hug.
Amie makes me happy.
When I got home from work, I lied on on my be and listened to Dog Days are Over by Florence and the Machine, over and over again.
Flo and her crazy machine makes me happy.
Tonight my roommates lied on that same bed and watched Michelle Money get, yet, another rose. Disgust. After we talked and laughed.
My roommates make me happy.
I am reflecting on the small sweet mercies that have made this potential horrible day, better. So I blog.
This blog makes me happy.
You make me happy.
2 comments:
no trace?
Trace always makes me happy but those are what helped that day.
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