It's the Little Things

So I work at the Scoreboard Grill in the Cougar Eat. Today in our store it was 90 degrees. Yes, 90 degrees. At one point, my awesome co-worker Brook goes,"I just opened the freezer and it changed my life." To which I replied, "It's the little things, right?" I realized that this week has been really great, not because of anything huge, just a bunch of little things!

-The weather has been BEAUTIFUL. Like, it's been in the 60's and sunny all week long.
-My ward went snow tubing at Soldier Hollow, which probably sounds crazy after that last sentence, but it was a blast!
-I got to talk to both of my parents.
-I did really well on three midterms, and got my first 100 on a test in all of college! It was the greatest moment of my life.
-I got two e-mails from my cousin Matthew and a letter from my friend Aaron who are both serving missions!
-I made the most delicious chicken and it changed my life.
-I got to wear sundresses to school two days in a row.
-One of my classes yesterday got cancelled, and my 3 hour Thursday night class got out 40 minutes early.
Life is so good!

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