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Sunday, December 21, 2008

love is the little things.

Friday night I helped chaperone a youth lock-in. Sometime around 4 am I fell asleep on a couch, using my coat as a blanket. Around 7 or 8 I half woke up and saw Kyle through my barely opened eyes. He smiled and asked how I was. I sleepily mumbled, "chilly." I drifted back to sleep and when I woke up Kyle had covered me with his big coat, and I felt warm and happy, and so deeply cared for.

Its always the most simple things that remind me how blessed I am.