Finding Joy

I didn’t realize how much I missed writing to you all until the other night. I’ve been writing since October of 2018 and took my longest break from writing this year. Life was crazy and I was depressed. I normally share about that here but I felt short on time and motivation. Since I started my new job life has been so much better but taking the leap back into writing has been a little scary. I wasn’t really sure if I still had the spark. I feel super rusty for sure, but it feels good to be writing again.

So other than my most recent escapade, what’s been going on? Let’s see. I got a new job that I’m completely in love with. The kids all had birthdays. I turned thirty 😱. We’ve had several adventures in car trouble ,not limited to the Mom Van herself currently in the shop for some transmission repairs. It’s been a long and educational journey since October of 2020 when I lost my “dream job”.

I put “dream job” in quotes because it almost seems silly to call it that now. It was the dream. It was everything I wanted but then it was gone and I felt lost. I fell into a deep depression. Everything I’d worked so hard to build was taken away and then I watched with frustration and sadness as someone else made it into their own vision in ways that are against what I believe. I saw my former coworkers struggle and ultimately leave to find new careers because of how unhappy they were. When I got laid off I told myself to trust in God and that it would be “Onward and Upward”.

It was a great mantra but even a mantra gets old when you have no idea what “Onward and Upward” looks like for you. Some friends graciously offered to let me work for them and I accepted but ultimately it wasn’t the right fit for me at all. I stayed stressed and on edge and wasn’t happy with the work. Proof to me that God has a plan for us and that some things along the path aren’t meant to be forever, just meant to reaffirm the mission that he’s put us on. My tension and unhappiness started to bleed over into my personal life. I was yelling at everyone at home, not taking care of my body, and depressed. I felt unmoored. I didn’t know what the next step was and I needed a change for me and my family.

Ultimately I was led to an organization that embodies my own personal morals. “All human life has value and dignity.” That’s my “why?”. Our mission statement at work is “To prevent homelessness, and to promote self sufficiency and dignity.” Ya’ll! If that’s not God in action I don’t know what is. Since day one I’ve walked with a lightness and joy in my heart. I feel supported and cared for by my team. The work brings me overflowing joy even on my challenging days. I’m back in the community that I was raised in and have been given the opportunity to help support my team as they make real world impacts on people’s lives. I am inspired by my leaders and coworkers. I’ve already learned so much from everyone and am excited to do more.

I’ve seen a change in my attitude and happiness. My marriage is doing so much better because I’m not walking around angry and stressed all of the time. Its helped me to think clearly about my struggles and made it easier to talk them through. I have time to play with my babies now in ways that I didn’t even have at my “dream job” that was all about supporting learning through play. (Crazy right?!)

I’m so grateful for my journey. I’m happy to have found where I’m meant to be. I promise to write more about our crazy family and our escapades. I cannot thank you all enough for sticking with me through my writing hiatus. I love you all and am so happy that you enjoy taking these rides in the Mom Van with me. Wishing you all peace and happiness today.


More Blessings Than Raindrops

The past 24 hours have been some of the most exhausting, blessing-filled hours of my life. I haven’t blogged in a long time and didn’t plan to come back to blogging this way but there was entirely too much to put in a social media post so here we are.

As I drove home last night from my Mom’s house God blessed me with a clear head and a solid knowledge of North Baton Rouge streets (basically the only part of town where I can confidently drive in a flash flood). As I kept hitting one flooded street after another I thanked God over and over again for the off chance that I was driving The Hubs’s 4 wheel drive vehicle. What are the odds that my van being in the shop for a busted transmission would be such a blessing?

God also put amazing family on my path home. My Aunt and Uncle gave safe haven to the Twins and I last night after I decided that two hours on the road that just kept getting more full of water was too much. Only this morning did I find out how great that decision was. There is no way we would have made it home safely. I passed abandoned cars the entire way home on the route that I would have taken. There was even one in the entrance to my neighborhood.

My in laws tried their best to keep water out of our house by coming over while I was gone to pump water out of the yard since our in ground pump burned up the other day. I truly believe that things would have been worse without their forethought. They knew how bad it was getting before I even had a clue. I even told them that it would be fine and not to worry about it.

This morning when I came home I prayed that I wouldn’t come home to a house full of water. My prayers were answered but there was still damage. Water had seeped in through the expansion joints in the bricks of our house and entered our master bedroom and our office. Without hesitation, my Bonus Dad and my Dad dropped everything, got their shop vacs loaded up, and headed my way. My Mom kept me calm and told me where to start and reminded me to take pictures of everything. I praised God for the 100,000th time for my Disney Plus subscription and got the girls distracted by TV so I could start cleaning up the mess. Together we were able to clean up as much water as we could and get all of the wet clothes/fabrics in both rooms washed and get all the soggy trash out. The floors are definitely toast so as soon as insurance gives the okay they’re coming out.

Through it all The Hubs was trying to make his way home from North Louisiana. He had to fight exhaustion from driving all night to try and help a friend and on top of it ended up having to stop on the side of the road with car trouble. We were both extremely grateful that he was able to get help and for once actually had a phone charger handy so we could stay in touch. He ended up getting the truck fixed but staying in a hotel to get some sleep before he tried to finish the journey home.

My Brother checked on us all day all the way from Seattle where he was fighting with his own crazy day. My sweet friend Hillary brought us enough food for dinner, breakfast, lunch, and dessert. She even offered to watch The Twins so I could take a bath without interruption. The Twins had a blast between sleeping over at my Aunt’s, getting to see two grandparents, and getting to show Mrs. Hillary all of their toys. My work family made sure I was okay and let me know that they were there to help and support us as we move forward.

So many things could have gone so much worse at so many points in this journey. I was in the right car, took the right routes, made the right choices, had a safe place to go, had family supporting us, and even have flood insurance that we thought we’d never use but might as well get. I am going to bed dog tired but with a heart filled with gratitude for God and for the life that he has given us. A lot has happened lately that’s made our family life a roller coaster but at every turn we’ve been able to see God’s hand in the matter. I wouldn’t say I’m “too blessed to be stressed” because the stress is 100% there, but I’m not too stressed to see the blessings in front of me and for that I’m grateful. The Hun just rolled over for some snuggles so I’ll take that as a sign that it’s time for me to get some shut eye too. Just one more blessing to add to the list.

Making Progress

Soooo it’s been a month since I’ve blogged.Please, Dear Mom Van followers, forgive my absence. My hectic life and mental health dictated my silence. Honestly, I haven’t even tried to write anything. I needed the space to try and breathe. I’ve been trying to create a better space for myself at home and a healthier lifestyle for my body. I’ve put a lot of work in but it’s been worth it.

First, I Marie Kondo’ed my clothes. I started with this.

And a couple of hours and two 30 gallon garbage bags later, I ended with this.

My closet is now half empty and I’m in love with it. No more looking at dresses that make my heart sad because I can’t wear them anymore without being sad about my post baby body. No more clothes that I keep saying I’ll fix but never do. No more tshirts that I wear because I have them but don’t actually like.

I then did the Twin’s clothes and Crazy Eyes’. We lost some momentum this week but I plan to help The Boy and The Hubs do their clothes next. I’m hoping that this will translate to less crap we don’t need and less time doing laundry. (Aka washing the same things that don’t get worn over and over again.)

I also purged the spice cabinet (half of it was expired) and organized it. It’s allowed me to put all of my loose leaf teas in one space and actually start enjoying tea more often. (Almost every morning.) I reorganized the pantry and refrigerator as well. Making healthy foods easier to see and access and getting rid of expired foods was a huge relief that I didn’t realize I needed.

On the healthy food front, I’ve started packing my lunches for work. I’m on the road three days a week at lunch time so I started making healthy “snack boxes.” It’s become the best part of my Sunday night routine. I have so much fun figuring out what to put in them that’s healthy, filling, and balances all of my cravings.

I try to include protein (imitation crab or turkey sticks), a fresh fruit or veggie (berries, clementines, tomatoes, or cucumbers), two or three types of cheese, and a sweet or salty random addition. I’m on week three and I really love it. I feel so much better and less physically exhausted at the end of the day. I’ve also started trying to drink more water but that’s still a struggle. I’ve been stretching in the mornings too and including the kids on weekends.

I buckled down and focused on potty training the twins. That was nuts so I’ll share more on that later. The next step is getting them to sleep in their bed and get out of mine.

Fine art is best appreciated on the toilet.

I’ve been journaling and sketching again. I even spent some time drawing with the big kids. It was hard letting them (or anyone really) see my struggle with my art, but I think we all benefited from it and enjoyed it. I’ve been listening to books that make me happy and not forcing myself to finish books that feel like a chore to listen to. I used to do it way more than I’d like to admit. I’m listening to more music and turning off the tv more. It’s made for more “dancing parties” as the kids call them.

I’m still stressed a lot and life is still crazy. Our finances are all jacked up right now but we’re working on that too. I haven’t found the perfect balance of self care and family care. I haven’t figured out work life balance (I wake up from a stressful work related dream at least once a week) but it’s getting easier as I adjust. I’m making progress and working on myself because I deserve it.

Wishing you all joy and progress in your own lives!

Relaxation Done…Right?

Christmas and life have me super stressed right now so I decided I’d try to pamper myself before bed. A warm bath with Epsom salts, a rejuvenating clay mask, an empowering book, and a tall glass of water. What could go wrong?

My family. That’s what could go wrong, among other things.

We don’t call her Crazy Eyes for nothing.

First, my lovely husband decided that the perfect time to poop was right when I started gathering my towel and pjs. It’s like he sensed what I was doing and his bowels screamed out that I was not to be allowed a clean smelling moment to myself. He wouldn’t dare use the other bathroom just this once.

Of course, the children sensed the disturbance in the force as well and immediately kicked into action. Suddenly they couldn’t get their clothes together for the next day. They needed help finding socks. They thought it was appropriate to talk back. They wanted to read a story instead of sleeping. They needed juice. All at once. The only one who didn’t need my help was The Conqueror and that’s only because she was sleeping.

The dogs couldn’t be left out either. Despite being able to go outside and poop, the Little Bad Dog felt that her turds were best shared with the family. Her gift to us as a thank you for leaving her locked in the bathroom while we spent time with family. As a true ADD Mom at one point I found myself yelling about socks while walking around with a dog poop wrapped in toilet paper in my hand. I made it into the living room before I realized that I’d walked past the bathroom without depositing her contribution to the evening where it belonged.

After the bathroom had been safely aired and frebreezed, I happily undressed and ran my bath. Chaos calmed right? Wrong.

The instructions on my clay face mask required a timer. No biggie. I’d just get my phone off the bedside table. My bathroom is attached to the bedroom so I walked right in without grabbing a towel. Walked right in to a captive audience who was just as shocked to see me naked as I was to be naked in front of them. For God knows what reasons, The Hubs and the three awake kids were just hanging out in our bedroom. The kids and I screamed and then I kicked everyone out while my Husband cackled like the evil villain that he is.

“Fine”, I thought, “the family is gone and the peep show is over. Heart attacks have been had all around. I’ll just grab my phone and begin my relaxation.” Except my phone was gone. It seems that during his evacuation his phone died so The Hubs grabbed mine to finish talking to our friend. Still naked but hiding safely behind our bedroom door, I hollered down the hall until he brought it to me.

I snatched the phone away and asked him to bring me a glass of water. While he was gone I put on my clay mask. Spa time? More like Silence of the Lambs time.

This mask was a horror show. What I thought was a traditional clay mask was really a clay sheet mask. The fleshy colored clay mask hung on my face like I’d just cut it off of a police officer who was guarding my cage. Hannibal would have been proud. It was so ugly that even Buffalo Bill would have been scandalized. “Would you f**k me?” Absolutely not!

I couldn’t stop laughing. Crazy Eyes came in and was appropriately creeped out. Laughing while wearing a flesh mask only intensifies the effect.

So now I’m sitting here sipping water in my flesh mask. Sharing my story with you. It didn’t go as planned but the laughter helped me relax some. At least I get a gold star for effort right?

Are the lambs still crying?

We’ll Get It Right

It’s 9:30pm and all four kids are in bed. Not asleep, but in bed so that’s a start at least. Tonight the yelling and crying was kept at a minimum, everyone got fed, and three out of four bathed so I’m calling it a win. I most definitely needed a win tonight. The yelling and crying has been happening a lot lately. I’ve been a pretty shitty Mom.

I think we all have days where we go to bed and feel like a total Mommy Disaster. I just happen to have had a very long string of those days. My little kids are at a terrible stage where their only method of communication seems to be whining at me. Oh and everything is something to cry and throw a fit about. It’s awful on its own but it’s collided with my recent bout with depression and made for an ugly mess.

Two nights ago my sweet little Hun looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said Mommy please stop yelling. I completely fell apart. I felt lower than low. I’d hurt my baby with my anger over things that weren’t that big of a deal and had little to do with her. I’d let my struggles get in the way of loving the time I have with them. We snuggled and cried together. I promised to work on yelling less and she promised to work on whining less. In the nights since, I’ve made sure to let her know that I see her trying to be a big girl. I’ve yelled less and played more. I’ve pushed myself to be more present and more grateful not only when I’m at home with them but when I’m away as well.

Since I lost my job I’ve been struggling a lot. There have been many changes and I feel like I lost my identity. I had my dream and then it was taken away. The stages of grief are real and I’ve been fighting through them with this. I’m finding my way slowly though. I’m learning how to appreciate what is in front of me and trying to gently release the past. I’m practicing gratitude. It sets my heart at ease.

And so today I am grateful for all the kids in bed by 9:30 with minimal whining and yelling. I’m grateful for a home and for the kindness of the people in our lives. I’m thankful for the incredible bond that my children share. I’m thankful for each and every goodnight hug and kiss that I got tonight.

If, like me, you’re having a string of Shitty Mom days, take a deep breath and forgive yourself. Tomorrow you can try again. Eventually if we keep trying we’ll both get it right.

Team Barnes vs. The Grocery Store

Yesterday I faced one of my parenting fears: going big grocery shopping with all four kids. Not only was it big grocery shopping, it was Thanksgiving grocery shopping. The biggest of big. We literally needed something from every aisle.

I’ve been to the store with all four before, but it was only ever to pick up gifts or a couple of items. I don’t mind doing a quick errand like that because the kids like the store and are generally well behaved. The Twins have never spent a really long time in a store before and my list was huge. On top of the time factor, I knew that we wouldn’t be able to fit the twins and all of the groceries in one buggy. Yes, they make those carts with extra seats but they are hard to come by and have zero steering. Anytime I use them I just get exasperated and wish I hadn’t.

In light of all this, I made the decision to share my workload with the big kids and show them that I trusted them. The Boy pushed a cart with The Hun and The Conqueror in it. He had specific instructions to stay close and they were told to sit down and behave. Crazy Eyes was on list duty, no small feat with my handwriting. I’d organized the list before we left, grouping them by the section where they could be found. (That part sounds like a lot but it’s a few minutes of work to help us stay on track and was 100% worth it.) I also made sure everyone ate before we went, myself included.

I was worried that The Boy would go rogue with The Twins in tow. Afraid that we’d see a meltdown or brawl from the buggy bound Hun and Conqueror. Concerned that Crazy Eyes wouldn’t be much help and that I’d be using the list myself and therefore not be able to pay as close attention to my four little ducklings in tow. All that plus the constant Mom fear that someone will take her children in the store had me tense and on edge.

It turns out though, that I had nothing to fear. The Twins held it together. The Boy stayed by my side and listened perfectly to all instructions and only hit me with the buggy a couple of times. Crazy Eyes was on that list like a champ, even offering to add unplanned items to the list so we could cross them off. We moved from aisle to aisle like a professionally trained caravan. I gave directional instructions and led the pack while Crazy Eyes let us know what was next and The Boy brought up the rear. The Twins smiled and waved at other patrons which helped ease other shoppers grumpiness and taking up half of the aisle everywhere we went.

When we got to the checkout line I took a moment to snap a quick picture of the kids together. They’d had so much fun and didn’t once ask if it was time to go or complain about it being too hard. We swapped the Twins from the empty buggy to the former grocery filled buggy as the kind girl at checkout scanned our items. The kids and I all thanked her and we went on our way. The Big Kids loaded The Twins into their car seats while I unloaded the groceries.

To people without kids and maybe even to people with kids, all of this may sound silly and unimportant. It was a huge step for all of us though. We’d worked together as a team to get our goal accomplished without argument, drama, or injury. We were all proud of what we’d accomplished when we left and none more proud than me.

It’s such an incredible blessing to be a part of raising these kids. I never thought a grocery shopping trip with my four kids would make my heart explode with love and pride.

Cooking Chicken

Alright so this is embarrassing as hell but I’m almost thirty and have never cooked a whole chicken before tonight. I hate raw meat and the idea of handling a whole raw chicken seemed gross and unnecessary for any recipe that looked appealing to me. Also, whole chicken takes longer to cook than I can usually allot for a weeknight meal.

That being said, last weekend when I saw that the amazing Imperfect Foods was offering a pasture raised spatchcock chicken, I was intrigued. I decided that since the gross parts were done already and it would take less time to cook, I’d give it a shot. Imagine my surprise when I ended up with a whole chicken because Imperfect Foods had sold out of the spatchcocked chicken. (No shade on them, I LOVE their offerings. Shit happens.) I panicked and then I did what any Southern Woman does when she’s lost in the kitchen and called my Mom. Thanks to FaceTime with my Mom and my Bonus Dad using his cell phone he caught the whole debacle on video.

If anyone thought that I had my shit together before this video they’ll know the truth now. I gagged and laughed my way through cutting up and breaking down that damn chicken. I even saved the back bone to make stock for gumbo.

Once I recovered from the laughing, the rest was a breeze. The recipe I used is very loosely based off of this one from The Pioneer Woman. She actually tells you how to cut up the chicken but I needed Mom for moral support and to make sure I didn’t slice off my finger or something. I used different veggies that I knew would cook at about the same rates as those she uses in her version. The produce (sweet potatoes, butternut squash, and mushrooms), some seasonings, and poultry are all from Imperfect Foods. (They aren’t a sponsor I’m just a huge fan.) It was the best damn chicken I’ve ever cooked and I’m super proud of myself for learning a new skill. Now The Hubs is talking about getting me chickens so I can raise and cook my own. That’s still way too much for me but at least I’m no longer intimidated by the idea of cooking a whole chicken.

Check out that beautiful bird!

Here’s to trying new things! Onward and upward!

Oh and be sure to use my reference code if you check out Imperfect Foods so we can both save $10 on our orders.

Dia De Los Muertos

I’ve struggled with my faith and Catholicism a lot over the years but even as a kid I loved the celebration of All Souls Day. It’s a time when we remember the loved ones who have gone before us. I remember visiting the cemetery and leaving flowers. As an adult, when I learned of Dia De Los Muertos I was immediately intrigued. To me it seemed a wonderful celebration and enhancement of the All Souls Day that always seemed to sooth my spirit.

Last year, after doing some research, I decided to make my first ofrenda. I was nervous at first because I wanted to make sure that I celebrated with reverence and not appropriation. It’s important to me that I make it clear to you all that I’m not of Mexican heritage. Im an outsider doing my best to respectfully embrace the practice and uphold the tradition in my own home. I’m not here to teach you about it. There are other people who can do it much better than me and I encourage you to do deeper research yourself. I’m just here to share the impact that the day and building an ofrenda has on me.

I had no idea how moving the experience would be for me. I spent months researching and gathering supplies. I had to make some adjustments to some of the traditional items for various reasons. For example, I used local French bread instead of Pan De Los Muertos because baking bread isn’t my strong suit and French Bread was my MawMaw’s favorite bread. I also chose to place Jack Daniels instead of tequila on our ofrenda. Most of our family avoided tequila so it seemed the most appropriate choice to please our visiting loved ones. Researching what items to include for each person gave me the chance to talk with my living family about the past. It felt good to pick out something special to honor each person.

When November 1st arrived I spent all morning building our ofrenda. It was hard spending all day thinking about all of our loved ones that were no longer with us, but it was also balm for the spirit. The act of preparing for them as if they were here in person to visit gave me the opportunity to walk down memory lane and revisit the closeness we shared during their lives. As the sun went down and I lit the candles I cried but I also felt myself relax, and some of the pain heal just a tiny bit more. I knew then that it would become a yearly tradition in our home.

Last year’s ofrenda.

In March when the pandemic started I made sure to include marigolds in my garden because they are an important piece of the ofrenda. Their fragrance is meant to draw the spirits in. I’ve babied my marigolds for seven months now in preparation for today. For seven months as I watered and pruned in my garden I thought of my family. Some days it brought smiles and strengthened me, other days it brought tears. Each day meant healing though.

My ofrenda is a little smaller this year, mostly because the Twins are into everything, but it still means so much to me. As I sit here tonight and watch the candles burn among the flowers that I’ve worked so hard to keep alive, I send my love and prayers up in the candle smoke. Love for those that I miss so very much and prayers that I’m making them proud and that they’ll stay near to me. I know when I go to bed that I’ll rest easy with the belief that they were just a little bit closer tonight.

This year’s ofrenda.

Hindsight In 2020

Well, my life as a housewife was blessedly and painfully short lived. Haha! While I did enjoy getting a lot done around the house and watching TV and relaxing, my bank account wasn’t pleased with the new arrangement. I’m pretty sure I was getting on my Husband’s nerves too. By the grace of God a friend reached out with a job opportunity and I took it. I’m now working at an Eye Surgery Center. This is my first real experience with the healthcare field so there is a lot to learn and get used to.

My new “Smurf Suit” as I lovingly call it.

I miss my old job so much, and my team, but I’m working to move on. I never thought I would grieve over a job but I definitely have and the wounds are still tender. I know it will get better. It still seems a bit surreal though. I work for years down a winding path to get to my dream job then rock it and suddenly lose it because of a global pandemic. You truly can’t make this crap up.

Our last event before that Damn Rona ruined everything.

I will say this, I’m more relaxed and find myself being more creative at home than I have in a long time. My last job took so much out of me. I happily gave my time and creative energy but I’m starting to think that while I enjoyed it, it wasn’t necessarily the best thing for my overall being. I used to write a lot about how I didn’t feel like myself or have time or energy for hobbies. I blamed it on a busy schedule and exhaustion. Looking back I see that it was more.

The museum I was at was a start up. There were constant problems to solve and it demanded the use of creativity seemingly all the time. I enjoyed the rush of it but it was wearing me down. By the time I solved problems and came up with new ideas I didn’t feel like I had any more creative energy left. I wasn’t doing it all on my own by any means, but it was still a lot to work through on a daily basis. By the time the weekend rolled I was so exhausted and drained that I’d waste the day Saturday doing nothing then get stressed and upset because I’d done nothing. To make up for Saturday I’d work my butt off on Sunday and then be exhausted for Monday again.

It wasn’t all the job’s fault, I still get Mommy burn out, but I feel like I’m more relaxed and creative at home now. I’ve made jewelry and soaps. (I even sold my biggest order to date! 40 soaps!) I’ve been reading again. I’ve laughed more and been less cranky most days. I’ve made more time for my husband.

Imagine that, I start working for an Eye Surgeon and suddenly I can see my past more clearly. Here’s to more clarity and a brighter vision of the future! Onward and Upward my Dears!

A little Halloween fun with the family.

Unemployment Day 2: Slowing Down

Since we’re getting hit by a hurricane all of the kids are home. It’s easy to forget that you’re unemployed when it just feels like a very windy and gross long weekend.

Going from working remotely to being unemployed brings with it some weird side effects. First, because I’ve gotten used to being at home and working, it hasn’t 100% sunk in that I’m done with my old jobs. Second, I’ve gotten into the habit of checking my work email about a thousand times a day. Even though I can’t anymore, I still find myself randomly thinking that I need to check my work email. Or suddenly feeling like I’ve missed a meeting by accident. Or waking up thinking that I have a webinar to watch. Or reminding myself that I don’t have a job to clock into anymore.

I guess you don’t realize how crappy your work life balance has gotten until the work goes away and you have to figure out what your life is without it…

I feel less stressed by my life right now. That seems wrong. I should be freaking out because I have no job and our health insurance runs out soon. Right? It’s not that I’m not worried. Its just that in this brief moment that I’ve let myself take there are no deadlines to make. No obscure work problems to solve. No job to worry about losing. Releasing the burden of stress about losing my job that I’ve been carrying around for 6 months has been freeing.

I’m doing my best to enjoy this time. To reconnect with who I am and who my family needs me to be. I’m taking time to laugh at my Husband as he obsesses over the storm. I’m slowing down and playing with my kids.

Today I washed dishes, made breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I made jewelry to sell and taught The Boy how to do it. I snuggled my babies. We watched movies. We turned off the TV and played a really fun game where the kids asked us questions about themselves and The Hubs and I had to see if we could guess them right. We played the reverse as well. The amount of answers we all got right was pretty awesome.

As shitty as it is to be out of work and in a hurricane, I’m thankful for today.

The Hubs In His Hurricane Gear
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