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These are a few of my Favorite Things

Well a lot has happened (kind of) since my last post. But that is not what today's post is about! I realized on this lovely Sunday some odd things that just so happen to be my favorite. So here we go.
1. I loved Church this Sunday. The funny thing is, I should always love church on Sundays. Anyone can tell you, no matter what religion, there are just some Sundays that are much more amazing than others. Today, was one of those days. The main meeting was beautiful, and all of my classes seemed to have more meaning to me. I played piano today, and I did well. I get really nervous most of the times I have to play. My legs will be shaking, and my hands will cramp up really bad, but I somehow always manage to make it through. I love going to church, because there I am surrounded by people that I know for a FACT will ALWAYS love me, no matter what.
2. The CrockPot is a fantastic thing. I love coming home on Sundays to that sweet aroma of a nice roast that is almost cooked to perfection. My mouth waters instantly.
3. Championship Bean Dip, I love you dearly. If you have never had some of my mothers bean dip, you have NOT lived. It is the most yummy dip you will ever taste, and I thank Superbowl Sunday for allowing me to partake of this most amazing food.

So there is a little tid-bit of some of my FAVORITE things. Until next time, always remember, NEVER lose the DESIRE to LOVE, even when it seems IMPOSSIBLE (:

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  1. Sounds like a wonderful day! I still get nervous playing and I play every week for 2 hours straight in primary. The crock pot is my best friend, as is bean dip. Happy Super Bowl day. :)

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  2. You were awesome on the piano! I am so proud of you and your many talents- And you know you will always be my BFF : >

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