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A Better Monday

Well it has been a week since I wrote this. 

Things didn't magically fix themselves, but I did get two consecutive great nights of sleep before the baby revolted and remembered he only likes to sleep in two hour increments.

So here I am looking at Monday again.

I started writing this post early this morning, and now the sun is setting and I am on the fourth sentence. My Monday didn't exactly go according to plan.

But it did involve an unexpected, glorious two hour nap and a surprise care package in the mailbox from a sweet friend.

Never under estimate the power of gifting a friend a nap or a pampering gift that says, "You are loved."

Surround yourself with good people. The kind of people you look forward to seeing light up your phone and your life.

I am in that awkward phase of having small children and the opportunity to get together with friends is REALLY far and few between.

But they are there, quietly going on with their own crazy lives, waiting for the sweet spot when our children are old enough to be left home alone. When we can sit down and talk without getting up to rock and chase and cuddle and coo.

They are there waiting, watching from a far and still knowing when I need them. Even if they can't be there in person, they show up in funny memes texted or emailed articles I need to read or surprise packages in the mail.

Those are the good friends to have.

That is the kind of friend I want to be.

Be that person for someone today. Send a real letter, the kind that arrives in a mailbox, that tells someone they are awesome. Send a text that lets someone know they are on your mind. Send a gift card for a cup of coffee.

Even if we don't have the time we would like to dedicate to our friends right now, whether its because of kids or work or personal struggles, we can still make each other feel special.

Be kind. Be sweet.

Be the friend you would like to have.

Happy Monday friends.







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