I’m wordless this morning. Nothing presses on my heart. I just feel contentment—pure and unadulterated contentment. There’s something to be said about serenity; the kind that graces you unexpectedly, like a cool breeze that tingles your neck on a muggy day. Our home sparkles with Christmas lights, and I sigh, “I’m done.” A hand-stitched patch …
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