The smell of hot coffee when I wake up and the man who made it.
My beautiful 12 year old child and the voice that hasn't yet changed.
Sheading a tear of gratitude and the lump in my throat at 6:30 AM.
Beautiful music, how it can move me.
The creator of the universe, calling me his friend, John 15:15.
The hundreds of smiles our two fuzzy critters have put on our faces.
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