It was a really good Thanksgiving.
I always dread breaks. There's this sinking feeling inside me as I get closer to Chicago and further from Columbia, because I expect the worst. But this time was the best. There was a peace in my house that I have not felt for a long time. And that is something to praise God for.
My praises? Meatloaf. Brooke. American Girl Place. Laura. Oak Brook Mall. The new H&M. Peace. My dad, mom and sister. Happy Feet. Cheesecake. Turkey and everything that goes with it. Christmas shopping. Believing in Santa. Believing in Jesus.
Leaving one home and going back to another has never been this peaceful. I'm looking forward to Christmas, believe it or not.
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