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&lt;i&gt;This guest post, from my youngest daughter.... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Welllllllll.................... so here's the story! My mother, being the crazy adventurous child at heart she still is, decides, HEY. Let's go see the Northern lights! So we all packed up and got ready to head out with a box of cereal and iced tea in hand. We headed North, picking up my sister on the way, and set out to find the Northern lights. However, me just being done with my softball practice, and my sister just finishing her exams, dropped off fairly early. We both woke up, briefly, to look when we had gotten as far North as our time would allow us to go in order to get back in time. We didn't end up seeing any more than a red haze out in the sky; the northern lights were actually, as we would find out later, best visible on the other side of the planet! So we turned around and headed home, stopping only at a little truck stop with bakery treats, some of which were larger than myself! We got home around 4 in the morning and didn't make it far into the house before we dropped off fell into a practical hibernation. Although we did not get to see the Northern lights as expected, I realized that it isn't the destination that is the most important, but rather the events that occur on the trip there. yep, i run deep. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495374828098474892-5344489021029665398?l=lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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We hopped in the car at 10pm and drove North, as far as we could. No sign of the Northern lights, this time. This was still one of the better all-nighters I've spent. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I-spy - for my grandson with fabric I've collected over years.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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The middle kid says, "Maybe it will earn you some brownie points - or more like hamburger points."&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was putting the Christmas stuff away, I realized that this Christmas was one of the "lasts" for us. For the first time it hit me that she would be graduating, and the possibilities she had to choose from was overwhelming to me. I was missing her already.&lt;br /&gt;
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I put some ornaments in one of the leftover cookie tins to send to her - wherever she was the next year. I put the tin back in with the rest of the decorations and packed them away. This year, when I pulled&amp;nbsp; them out, there was the tin on top. &lt;br /&gt;
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My time was so much slower than I planned and I walked a lot. My runs&amp;nbsp;leading up to this had been&amp;nbsp;so much better. When we finished, I was so disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;
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Disappointed, until my sister reminded me to think of how far I've come.&amp;nbsp;Ten years ago my chronic fatigue was so bad I could hardly get out of bed. I'd be&amp;nbsp;having a great day and within an hour hit the wall and have to sleep. A lot of my memories are blurry. I felt like I had the flu all the time - for years. And I just finished a 5K - something I never thought I could do, even before CFS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495374828098474892-946020174323361715?l=lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The  dog came in with poop (of some sort) in her beard Sunday morning (hubby was out hunting)…once we figured out what the horrid smell was in the  house I started to gag while taking the dog to the bathroom to clean her up.&amp;nbsp; Miss E gagged too, but her gagging escalated and she  actually threw up (a large amount).&amp;nbsp; Little B was sitting right next to her  and decided to play in it.&amp;nbsp; Put the dog in the kennel and cleaned up the  kids.&amp;nbsp; Went back to cleaning up the dog only to have her shake poop all over when I got her wet in the tub.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This week, and today especially, I am so grateful for my best friend from grade school who is still my best friend &lt;strike&gt;25&lt;/strike&gt; 32 years later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4495374828098474892-5060280808557582461?l=lifebeyondthebleachers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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