Oh what a difference a day makes.

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Allie and I went out shopping today for groceries to prepare for Easter dinner. Then ran to Kmart to find a few Easter bunny treats.
Onour way home we called Missi and asked if she wanted a pizza, sure, so we stopped picked up the pie and headed on home.
While driving Allie suggested we listen to her new favorite singer Adele.
I am a word person. I of course appreciate the music but the lyrics go straight to my heart.
This gal has/had a broken heart.
As have I.
I am attaching this song of Adele's because listening to it took me all the way back to my days truly BROKEN about losing Tim.
Not understanding how we could just end like that.
I still wonder that, sometimes. Then reality kicks in and I DO REMEMBER.
Everyone has 20/20 hindsight. I wish we didnt.
Anyway, her broken heart singing about how
Dont you remember and Take it all.
I remember saying those words, and certainly feeling them.
I must end this post with another song, which reflects my today. My life where I am at now. My boys.... and of course my girls.
Life goes on, we may be a little bit more tattered around the edges, our restart button a bit sticky... A moment longer to respond to the words "I love you" and "forever".. but all in all. We are all right where we need to be.
Love you all.



And now a song for my Man. Andy.
This says it all and truly my life has come full circle and for today I am right where I am supposed to be. We will be married six years the end of the month...
He is more man, than many others I know. As always I love him.

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