There are pieces of paper with...thoughts...on them scattered all over this house. On end tables and nightstands and on the refrigerator. And yesterday, while I was working on my Thanksgiving dinner shopping list, this popped up somewhere in something else. It's from some Catholic doctrine, I think, but it was part of...being happy? Contentment? GETTING THROUGH 30 PEOPLE FOR DINNER NEXT THURSDAY?
I just love that.