5 things I am thankful for today!

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An unexpected gift that took me by surprise! How many of you love gifts? I certainly do, especially the ones that take you by surprise. I am so grateful!

Friends in high places and friends in many places!:) The first part is a wish! I wish I could say I had friends in all the important offices worldwide, who knows, time will tell. But I am glad I have friends in very many places. It makes for excellent company and of course warm hearths when my feet take me to the distant parts of the globe:)  I am so blessed to have such good friends.

Hope- Over the last couple of weeks, I have been living on a good dose of hope. If Hope had died, I am not sure I would be typing this blog post. Lets just say I am grateful for hope that gives you a hand while crossing the bridge of faith.

Family- I love my family to bits! I am sure they love me too!:)

Great stories- Been reading a few more stories by Lucy Maud Montgomery and I can tell you she wrote beautiful stories. Been thinking of putting up a recording one of her stories that made me laugh so hard. I'll do so if there are no copyright issues. Better still, go read one of her books!

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  1. Bomi9:17 AM

    Olaoluwatomi, I am sooo thankful for you! Thank you for being such a blessing in my life! Thanking God for the opportunity to be your friend and sister tooo:D!! Love you lots:)!Sending mega hugs your way=)!!

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  2. Bomi9:18 AM

    And I'll never get tired of saying how much I love your name:D Olaoluwatomi - Amen and Amen, May those be the words on our lips and in our hearts - Always! Amen:)! love you girl:D

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  3. Olaoluwatomi12:10 AM

    Dear Bomi, thank you too for being a blessing! Wrapping myself in your hugs! Yes O! Olaoluwatomi, adeto gbogbowa o! Thanks dear!

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