Books make me happy. Happy like drinking my first cup of coffee in the morning. Happy like spending time with a dear friend and laughing at ourselves. Happy like shopping on an idyllic weekday afternoon and finding the perfect dress. Happy like having a conversation with a stranger and knowing that I have enriched his life in some way. Happy like being able to openly share about my faith and life experiences with others. His mercies are new every morning, and I go to work with a renewed sense of purpose, finding joy in the little things I do and building closer relationships with my colleagues. The old T is back.
This week had been good.
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