Life is good

I was web surfing tonight and got a chance to look on the life is good website...y'all know how much I LOOOVE that stuff! They have an area on their website where people have written in to them to tell them how Life is Good has impacted their lives. Can I tell you, I had tears running down my cheeks? Now, I know I'm a sap but there were stories on there that really truly touched my heart! Perhaps the most memorable one was the guy that wrote in about his grandmother. The Christmas before she died, she sent life is good stickers in all of her children's Christmas cards. She died a month later or something...in January. So, at her funeral, the guy handed out 200 life is good stickers to everyone at the service. Now, doesn't that tear you up?! I love this. I would hope that someone would do that at my funeral. Life goes on, and it's GOOD. There were also stories of soldiers in Iraq that have had life is good stuff sent to them and it reminds them of home and keeps them motivated and makes them feel a piece of home. I have a friend from high school named Andrew who is in Iraq -and I talked to Jay tonight about sending him a Life is Good decal around Christmas just to let him know there are people here pulling for him and hoping he stays safe over there. Regardless of how anyone feels about the war...they need love and support, you know? So, I think we're going to send him one.
The day of my college graduation, everyone was decorating the tops of their hats so that their families could find them and just ....to express theirselves. I decorated mine with LIFE IS GOOD in bright colors. I would hope that people would know that's my motto. And, that I live everyday like it's my life. Free as a bird. Blowing along like a tumbleweed with my love and lifepartner Jay.
I hope that you find a piece of life is good today...in the leaf that has fallen to the ground, in the blue sky, in the smell of burning wood. Imagine, we live one time..and we should just cherish it all.
Oh, and just because you can...I vote that you should run by Starbucks today and treat yourself to a peppermint mocha. :)
 Baby hugs and family love from mine to yours!!
~Kimmie

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