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Today started out as terrible as terrible could be. I had so many things to do, bills to pay, work to do, things to worry about. I dreaded this day, because I knew it would be as long as all "get out". I worked through the first part of the day, and it seemed liek it would never end. I looked up from my computer and it was nearly time to eat. Well, I went home at lunch time, and I was in somewhat of a grumpy mood still. I came in made a sandwich, and watched one of those terrible episodes of Riki Lake....I knew my baby was out with her Auntie, and I really wished that I had someone to talk to. I finished gulping down my sandwich and walked into the kitchen...I looked at the clock and sighed as I dreaded finishing up the last half of the day. Then I spotted a card on top of the telephone. On the outside of the envelope it simply said, "Kel" The outside of the card said:

I love it
when i tell you
how my day was
and you listen
and laugh
at the funny parts
and get mad
at the mad parts
and you listen.
it may not sound like
a big deal,
but it really is....
...because you listen
and you care.


At the end of the card Renee had written:

And for that, I am ever grateful. Thank you for all that you are to me and the boys.

Lovin' you forever,

Renee


And somehow, the day just seemed like it has flown by since then......................

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