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A Perfect Day

Today was a fabulously beautiful day. I love spring time. I've always said I love winter but something about the flowers blooming and the gorgeous sun on my face just makes life better.

Relay for Life is apart of the American Cancer Society, a cause near and dear to my heart. Many members of my family have been touched by this devastating disease. Each year, we raise money for cancer research and to help those who suffer; whether it's for medical expenses, transportation or just every day life. Our fundraiser this weekend was a Yard/Bake Sale and we were very successful. I didn't have a particular goal set but it still far exceeded my expectations. It helps that I have an awesome team supporting me, who believes in this cause just as much as I do. It was a proud day for me.

Along with this awesome weather, I'm looking forward to spending the evening with my amazing man. I met Matt about a month ago. I wasn't looking for anything special; heck I wasn't even looking for a relationship. Matt popped into my life and I was very pleasantly surprised by how much he's brought to it in just a short amount of time. I'm proud to call him my boyfriend for so many reasons. One, he's a soldier. Next to cancer research, a man willing to put his life on the line for my freedom and those I love...that's a cause I will fight for and defend til the day I die. He's my hero and always will be. Two, he's got a heart like no other. He reminds me of a male version of me in many ways. He's so very different from what I've dated before in the past. He's very level headed and keeps me ground and makes me feel like I'm special. I could go on and on...but I'll save that for another time.

Some times life takes unexpected turns. 2010 has turned out to be better than I'd thought. Divorcing at the beginning of a new year wasn't looking so good to me but I see I'm in for some surprises along the way. I pray it keeps getting better. Happy Spring!

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