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A to Z of Thankful Me: K

A to Z Challenge Day 11: K


K is for Kristi—that’s me!

And for Kind, which we all should be.



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Thanks for the examples of kindness I see all around me. 

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  1. Look at you! A dog lover from an early age!

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  2. Kind-hearted Kristi, cuddling (Knuffelen in Dutch) a little doggie.
    I'm more of a Kissing Kittens Kind of girl myself....
    My favorite word though; Knowledge, although I always wonder why on earth there's a K in that word to begin with....

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    1. .... and just looked it up and it's because we Dutch and German were some of the first Americans and our Kn-sound couldn't be pronounced by you guys, but it stayed in the writing... So, that's new Knowlegde for today!!

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    2. I learned something new today! Thank you!

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  3. Precious is not a word I use... but how precious are you!?

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    1. I don't remember ever being called precious before, but I do remember my mom (lovingly) calling me "little imp!" Thank you, though. :-)

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  4. wing-back chair? I loves a comfortable wingback chair!

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    1. It is comfortable, and it is still in my parents' house.

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  5. I bet you were a little imp! But the kindest little imp around! Love the picture.

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  6. Oh, how I love this picture of you! The curls were there from the beginning, weren't they? I think kind=Kristi.

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