Gratitude Day 2.


Today I went over to my sister's place and spent some time in the pool.

The weather was gorgeous and it was so relaxing to just hang.

My sister and I have very different personalities.

She would rather die than stand up in front of a room of people, and me? Well, I'd carry around a mic and host everyday if I could.

She has all our Barbies shoes from 1981 in a zip lock bag and I can't find my son's baby album.

Regardless of all the differences, we can chat for hours about... well.. nothing and everything.

Today we did just that.

And it was perfect.

Today, I am grateful for my sister.



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