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Fridges, Tow Trucks, Fuel Pumps and Windows...A Few of my Favorite Things!



Cold air in refrigerators and food to keep cold
Fuel pumps in Suburbans that had gotten too old
Tow trucks and repairmen with knowing smiles
Rear windows made of glass-ready for more miles!
These are a few of my favorite things!

Laughing while stranded 
beside the road with my oldest son
who has gotten so bold
He takes care of it all while his hand I want to hold!
These are a few of my favorite things!
  
Phone calls from college
with request for study aids..
Mom, we are ready for that pizza tonight.
Thank you and love you and see you's...
These are a few of my favorite things!   

Rescued by my husband 
and cuddled up warm in the back seat
Listening to conversation, laughter and lessons.
These are a few of my favorite things!

Greeted at home by my youngest
A smile and a mischievous grin
While he leaves to do chores on a cold winter night.
These are a few of my favorite things!

Friends dropping by just to check on me
Oreo cuddled at my side
Boys' friends once again filling the house with laughter
Christmas lights
Sleep
Coffee

These are a few of my favorite things!  
      

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