a gift scented, scrawled, started:
- Concord grapes at the grocery store, so strongly scented I could smell them as I walked past the display. A visceral reminder of my Savior's blood sacrifice on my behalf; communion being the only time I really drink grape juice.
- a haircut appointment, scrawled on my calendar--much needed and appreciated.
- a new recipe card started tonight when a friend shared the directions for a yummy salad.
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