I looked over at the phone hook--where normally rests our cordless landline. In its place was a hot pink and purple felt phone that jingles when you shake it. I guess Ruby decided her phone needed a charge more.
I told Ruby her picture was beautiful. She smiled and said, "Thanks!"
Curiosity struck as I wondered what "thanks" could mean to a three year old aspiring artist.
"Ruby, what does 'thanks' mean?" I asked.
"It means we love each other."
She's right. That is true gratitude.
Eight minutes into my first ever HIIT workout, I heard the baby cry from her crib. I've never been so happy to hear a cry from her precious mouth. Maybe I'll try HIIT tomorrow.
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