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5. What are the 5 things that make you most happy right now?

1. Brazos. The one thing guaranteed to make me happy [no matter my mood] is my little love. When he grabs my face with his little hands, looks me in the eye, and says "I Luh You Mommy" - I don't think there is any greater happiness in this world! He is my sunshine and I always tell him so :o}
2. Running & Yoga. I'd have keeled over from shock if my 20 year old self was reading this, but I do. I love it - although at the moment I'm not able to do it. During the run, its the BEST stress relief. After a run, its the greatest feeling of accomplishment. I can't wait till the baby's born and I can start my running again! And I absolutely love the self control of Yoga. I'm still able to do that for the most part although not nearly as much as I'd like. Such a great happy place to be mentally when you are in the middle of a yoga stretch.
3. Being crafty. I love painting, scrapping or any kind of creative outlet really. This has always been a happy thing of mine. I really need to devote more time to doing these types of things...instead of just Pinteresting a wishlist of to-dos.
4. Spending time with my friends and family. I don't get to do this nearly enough so when I do, it feels like a special occasion no matter what we are doing. I have some great people in my life that I don't get to be around much - I just need to make more of an effort to do this! Unfortunately, money typically gets in the way of that. Stupid money.
5. Karaoke. I love to go out and sing karaoke and I never get tired of it. I don't know that I'm that great of a singer, but it still make me happy to get up there and pretend that I am a rockstar! Ha!

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