I always come home on Friday nights with too much on my mind to go straight to bed. Sometimes I come home with a heavy heart thinking about a woman I've met or talked with and the pain and experiences she is living in that I cannot even begin to fathom. I walk into my home and look around at the messy kitchen and scattered toys and I am overcome with how blessed and full my life is.
Then there are times, like tonight, when I come home feeling rejuvenated from a beautiful and relaxing evening spent with friends. A night of endless girly chatting, sitting around looking at a magazine, eating pizza, indulging on brownies, and just feeling carefree. And as I come home tonight I am again reminded of how blessed and full my life truly is.
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