Some girls get all the breaks. I'm one of them. I never wanted to live in Orange County, California, but, in obedience, came back here. God seems to try to remind me why regularly. Today, my aunt took all of us girls to lunch at the Montage, a fancy hotel on the beach, for mine and my grandma's birthday. Fun, God-loving, happy women. Four of Grandma's ladies became teachers. Four generations of women who love to be together. How often does that happen these days? How often does a family last this long? I am supposed to be here, to soak up all of the love and family comraderie I can for as long as I can. And I'm going to.
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