Sometimes I am reminded of how blessed I am. Like tonight. Driving in the car with my J into a beautiful San Diego sunset. Great friends. Olive Garden's never ending pasta bowl. Laughing hysterically... until 10pm. Honesty. Authenticity.
Then I get to drive home with my wonderful husband. To OUR home. And Emma greets us from her spot on the couch, where she sleeps when we are gone, and perks her head up when she hears us. Luigi greets us from the front of his cage on his food bowl. I let her outside and then lie down on my bed with J, and we check our email. Emma jumps up next to us. And I know life is good. I am truly blessed.
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