Lilacs make me happy. I remember as a child, laying on my mom's bed on Saunday afternoons with the window open and smelling the lilacs as the breeze was blowing the flowery aroma all through our house. Those were the good ol' days filled with nothing but meeting at the trees and peanut butter jelly sandwiches cut in 4 triangles. Ok, so the
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You know what I think about when I think of lilacs? I think about sitting in the passenger seat of your car, driving down the back roads of Germantown with the row of lilacs lining the road. I think of Junior prom and one of the best nights of my life. I love you, Amy. Lilacs too.
When I settle down I'm going to plant tons of lilac bushes in my yard.
The Pope makes me happy too. I'm not even Catholic. There's something about religion that is so beautiful. The age of it and the innocence it originally holds. It's sad that too many times that innocence is ruined.
Congrats to the Catholics on their new Pope.
Love!
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