Fridays are usually my favorite day because that is when I get to teach Latin dancing on campus. But I won't lie, the rest of the day yesterday was tough. It was my dad's birthday. He has been dead for a little over 2 years now. I don't know why I had such a tough day. Nevertheless, it was hard.
Waking up this morning I was hoping to feel a little bit better. My hopes were less than achieved this morning. On my way to work I was feeling pretty lousy. I called my mom and got to talk to my nephew Tristan and my brother Travis. Tristan had his first baseball game this morning and they told me all about it. Travis told me some jokes and lo and behold, I felt much better. Gee, I love my family. What a miracle!
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