There was THE MOST BEAUTIFUL sky last night. After crazy tornado alerts all afternoon, it was like a little kid had gotten all up in the pink and yellow and blue paint and just gone to town. The sky colored everything soft and made me wonder what it would be like to live everyday life in that kind of tenderness.
Funny how sometimes you’re waiting for disaster, and the opposite happens. Grace. Gratitude to the artist.
I'm a wife, the mother of two full-on adult kids, and a dog, a really, really good friend, a freelance advertising copywriter, and an accidental blogger. (I'm also a whole bunch of other stuff, but who's got time to hear about it.) You should come visit my blog (it explains the accidental blogger thing, plus you might like it). It's at gratitudeathon.wordpress.com. I write about stuff I'm grateful for (I'd be grateful if you stopped by.).
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