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Ten Things of Thankful: Anticipation Edition

Photo: On a green chalkboard background is written "August 16, 2019" and below that "I am thankful for Education Week" repeated 10 times. 
If you have been following my blog for a while, you know that I look forward each year to attending Education Week at Brigham Young University. Why should children have all the fun of anticipating a new school year? Next week I will spend five days attending classes, recharging, and enjoying learning without the dread of final exams. I'll give you a recap next week, but this week, my post will be anticipatory:

I'm thankful that my mom will be joining me for Education Week again this year! (Thankful #1) I know it will be a week filled with laughter (Thankful #2) and fun (Thankful #3). (And, let's be honest, BYU mint brownies (Thankful #4) and ice cream (Thankful #5)!)

I'm thankful I've "tidied up" a bit this week (Thankful #6). My mom is a super easy guest (Thankful #7)--but even if she wasn't, I'm positive she wouldn't be checking to see how organized my master bathroom drawers are (Thankful #8)--but nothing gets me into super-organized mode more than having company come. (Well, maybe moving, but I'm not moving anytime soon! (Thankful #9)


I'm thankful for John, who is always a willing Scrabble player (Thankful #10). (Hey, Mom, you did want to play Scrabble while you're here, right?)

What are you anticipating? 

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  1. What an exciting week! Have fun!!

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  2. oh man! talk about triggering memories (with your lead image of a chalkboard)! I was an excellent speller in grade school in no small part due to the fact one of the punishments preferred by the Sisters of Mercy* was to write spelling words on the chalkboard after school. The specific multiple being a function of the transgression.
    Sounds like a good week ahead.

    *lol

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    1. At least the preferred method of mercy wasn't knuckle-rapping!

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  3. Hooray for company, learning, and brownies!

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    1. We're having a great time--though we haven't indulged in a brownie yet! :-)

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