Thankful

 Thankful for my brother and Maria. Thankful for the four kiddos they come with. Thankful for hours and hours of play and reading and running and biking and shooting at things. Thankful for delicious food. Thankful, so much for family.













I'm thankful for friends who meet us at 8:00 a.m. at a beautiful park to be together and run and walk and talk and drink Bloody Mary's and listen to music and laugh and ride bikes and press pause on life's crazy.







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