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Astonishing! Astronomical!

Today I enjoyed some quality girl time with my mother in law and sister in laws. We had a girl's day out--devouring a delicious brunch, enjoying a pedicure, and shopping. I've never been much of a shopper but these girls know how to make it fun! Their company was a delight.






Once I got home, Kevin took a study break to work in the yard and I and started to put some of the shopping finds away (my kidlet under one arm while I used the other to single-handedly hang stuff up. He hates to be left alone and just wants to be where I am...kinda like his daddy) I noticed a couple shirts I hadn't worn in over a year and was likely not to wear again anytime soon. So I threw them on the bed, and before I knew it, I had a pile of clothes ready to find a new home. 
Well, then I couldn't stop myself. I went through Charlie's drawer and our kitchen cupboards and our storage room and shed, too. 

After putting the baby-munch to bed I zoomed over to D.I. to donate our miscellaneous items. I was greeted by one of the workers, a middle aged man who had an intellectual disability and a SWEET mustache.  He asked me how I was doing, I smiled and responded with the usual, "good" and asked him in return how he was doing. His response pleasantly surprised me, "Astonishing! I'm astronomical!"

We chatted a bit as we unloaded the trunk, and before I drove away I told him, "Have a great day!" and he responded with a smile, "And you have an astronomical one!"

It was more than just his unique vocabulary that caught my intention. It was his bright attitude and sincere cheer. His job has got to be repetitive, exhausting, and dull at times. But his countenance sure didn't show it. 

He left me with a desire to spread cheer and have a good attitude about all the dull, repetitive, exhausting moments of my life. I'm grateful I met him. I want to be more like him.

It was a good day.

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