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Wonders of the World on the Living Room Floor

As of this morning, Kevin and I had pretty much absolutely zero plans for the evening. 

Yet, somehow, at 9:30 at night we were surrounded by friends on our living room floor after having a thrown-together meal of Shepherd's Pie and Salad and Chocolate Zucchini bread, playing a new (to us!) game of 7 Wonders. I came in seventh place, but I didn't mind, because I had a SWEET military setup. One friend had come over to help me babysit. One friend was the infant I babysat, and the other his mother who (unfortunately for her, fortunately for us) was locked out of her home and graced us with her company after her long day at work. And the rest we invited because WHY NOT and we love them. Our living room company grew and grew as the hours passed by, and it was delightful.

 I'm a planner--I plan what we're going to eat for lunch, how much to spend on groceries, what I'm going to buy so-and-so for their baby shower the moment they tell me they're pregnant. I plan what I should plant next year in my garden and where we should live when we're retired and what I should read Charlie as a before-bed chapter-book-story when he's in 5th grade. 

Planning is a GOOD THING. Without plans, no wish would ever become reality, no goal ever actualized.
But Life doesn't go according to all those plans sometimes... ofttimes...

 And tonight, I was real grateful.

It's good to live a little YELLOW sometimes.

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