178: New Year
We are
driving through the hills of Georgia
dreaming about owning an A-frame
and what we might name our kids one day
and if we can cook our way through an entire cookbook
and wondering if we can avoid fast fashion
and picking out herbs for the window sill planter
and researching financial advice as we research hot toddy recipes
and I must admit-
daydreaming our way into the new year
is one of my favorite kinds of prayer.
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