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Day: November 2, 2018

Welcome to Hell!

November 2, 2018November 4, 20182 Comments

And now, for something a friend shared with me that made me laugh:

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Tea and kluntje isn't the same without milk, but it's still pretty good. We always drank tea with milk and kluntje growing up, usually at family get-togethers. Tea is comfort. Tea is family. Tea is home. I'm drinking my tea with kluntje this afternoon and wishing I had some milk to go with it. It's strong tea. German tea. It has a robust flavor when brewed properly, but I let mine steep too long today. It tastes almost...bitter. Twenty-five years ago today, my mom passed away. I miss her every day. I wish that I could call her for advice. I wish that I could call her to ask about her day. I wish that I could remember her. I wish I had some milk for my tea. It would be easy to become like my tea - dark and bitter. And for a while, I was. But as I sit here drinking my tea, wishing things were different, I'm reminded that even in the depths of darkness, there is still sweetness to be found. The cracked and broken shards of leftover kluntje fill my mouth with sweetness. They're strong, those remnants - they withstood the boiling tea. They survived. And so did I. I still miss my mom - I always will. But, like my tea, I am strong; I am robust. Like my tea, I can still bring comfort and joy. Like my kluntje, life has changed me - it has bent me, but it has not broken me. The hot water has worn me down, but it hasn't melted me completely. And I refuse to let it.

Last time we went to Olive Garden for our anniversary, our waiter left a special message on our pumpkin cheesecake (which was free since it was our anniversary). This year we had a different waitress, but she left us a special message on our strawberry cheesecake (which was still free). The couple at the table next to us were celebrating 55 years together, which makes our ten years together seem like a grain of sand in the hourglass of life, but it's something to aspire to, the sunshine to dream of on cloudy days. And if I have anything to say about it, it's a dream we'll see fulfilled. Happy anniversary to the man who's done his best to make all my dreams come true, my partner, my encourager, my motivator, my best friend. #thebestisyettocome 💜💛💜💛💜

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. #sunrise #simplepleasures #outdoors #countrygirl #happyfallyall

Somehow, this guy is suddenly sixteen. I don't know how that happened - it seems like just yesterday when we brought him home. And now he's got a driver's license! Happy birthday, Bubbles!

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