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gratitude

  • A Child’s Holiday

    Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa’s house feels like waking up inside a secret wonderland. The house is quiet but full at the same time, like it’s holding its breath. I wake up early anyway. The air smells different here—like coffee, cinnamon, and something already cooking even though it’s still morning. The living room glows Read more

  • My Thanksgiving Reflections

    On Thanksgiving, I like to slow down and take a real look at my life — not through the lens of everything that’s happened, but through the lens of everything I have. Gratitude feels richer when it’s rooted in the present, and right now my life is full of things worth appreciating. I’m grateful for Read more