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Trash day was always a running joke at our house... taking out the garbage was, "NOT my job" .. On the days when DH was out of town and I had to do it, I would send an early morning text picture and get an, "Atta girl!"
Bonus points if it was recycle day.
So if you saw a girl choking back tears while she lugged out the bins yesterday, that was probably me. The laughter seems so distant.
Hey, at least I remembered.
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It's always those little things, the ones we don't think matter...that do matter. I really wish I could squeeze your sweet self. Much much love.
Atta girl, Melissa!
I second Debbie's comment...
Atta girl!
Yes :). You remembered. Atta girl!!
Atta girl, Mel! {{{Hugs}}}, love, and prayers coming your way.
It's the little things, right? You are holding in there marvelously!
I never thought a picture of garbage cans and bins could bring me to tears. It is the little things and I can only imagine how bittersweet these moments are for you. "Atta girl!" Is right! xoxo
One of my friends lost her husband to cancer a few years ago. He was always responsible for changing the light bulbs in their home. The week after he died, a bunch of light bulbs kept burning out around their place and she joked about how ironic it was and wondered if he was sending her some kind of sign.
Holding you and your family close in my thoughts and prayers.
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