I LOVE lists. I have lists for everything: grocery shopping, day shopping, packing, cleaning, schedules. I need my lists. Yesterday I went shopping with my little notebook. The kind that houses all my lists. As I reached for my coupons in my notebook, all I felt was air. Wait....where is my book? Immediately my heart starts pounding, it feels warmer in the room, and I am frantic! No, seriously, WHERE IS MY BOOK?
I know I had it when I left the house. So I start retracing my steps. I go back to every store we visited. Nothing. So finally I decide to sit down and rest. My shopping companion, my little Buddha, my daughter, rubs my arm and says it's okay Mommy. Instantly I felt calmer. Then I realize it could have been worse: my phone or wallet. So I exhale and realize it is OKAY.
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