"All for the love of sunshine"

Phew. Finally sitting down after a busy morning.

Jeffrey and I got up at 6 AM this morning to get some important things done - I can't tell you why now, but will let you know later =).

I ate a yummy pear (yes, still detoxing and feeling fabulous) and drank a cup of coffee (I decided not to exclude coffee during my detox, good choice) and was out the door by 7:40, hauling. . . well, can't tell you that just yet.

After completing a list of cooking, baking, cleaning, and laundry at the Bell's, I have finally plopped down on the couch, all cozy and such.

On the the more important reason for this post:

O. My. Goodness.

Have you noticed this amazing sun today?

Correction: Of course you did! How could you miss it.

It's A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.

We have had a pretty gloomy January here in Portland, so I am very thankful to have a little warmth =) I believe a walk is in order today with my little guy!

Come quickly springtime - I am ready for you!

Happy Friday.

~SheriLynn

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