I know I always crack up Iowa to be really oustanding, but even those expectations are too low for how I really feel when I am here.
Loved and cherished. Surrounded by beauty and everything smells good. With my sweet Judy who never stops making me laugh and loving life.
I am a wholly optimistic person when I'm here. I wish I could bottle it up and take it home to the me that is always trying to escape, but sometimes I think God just wants me to taste a small taste of Heaven so I know what we're fighting for back in the trenches.
Friday, October 25, 2013
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I'm so happy that you get to spend some time out there! Michigan is my Iowa.
And here is something good that your grandma said when I saw her a few weeks ago:
"This is Susan, her granddaughter is an artist. Well...not really"
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