What was the best part of your day?

Years ago I started a tradition each night at the dinner table and would ask, “What was the best part of your day” and everyone had to answer.  My focus is mainly on Michael each night, because I’m trying to get him to talk about his day, rather than just saying “Okay” when I ask him how his day was at school.

Anyway, today was a very busy day and I had a lot on my plate.  So many things to do.  So many things to accomplish.  I got some of it done, but certainly not all of it done.   A big part of my day was a monthly meeting for seminar spouses.  Not long after I arrived here, I took my very first Zumba class and met a lady named Lee Ann.  We immediately bonded, probably over being the two largest women in the class and our frustration when it comes to shopping for clothes in our, ahem, size.  Anyway, I haven’t seen Lee Ann in a while, mostly because I stopped going to Zumba.  This morning I saw her at the monthly meeting, as she is also an SSR, like me.  She came up to me and gave me the biggest hug.  It truly was the nicest hug I’d received in a long, long time.  It just felt so good.  I miss Lee Ann.  Seeing her today makes me want to send her an e-mail and let her know that I’d love to take her to lunch and spend some time with her.

Today, I am thankful for hugs from friends.  Sometimes, they are simply the best.


About sendingcupcakelove

I'm an Army Wife and lover of all things cupcakes! Sending "Cupcake Love" (sending Georgetown Cupcakes) is one of my favorite things to do. I love to make someone's day!
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