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what a morning

If you have ever lived or passed through eastern PA you may have experienced an unspeakable joy in the form of the gas/convenience store, "Wawa".  Because of Wawa, I L-O-V-E hazelnut coffee. 

Yesterday, a package came from our good friends in northern OH.  Among other wonderful things, was a coffee can of hazelnut flavored coffee.  happy sighhhhhh.  My house smells amazing this morning.  It's a combination of coffee, fresh baked bread and apple butter simmering in the crock pot.

If hazelnut coffee wasn't enough to rejoice about, I also finished the 5th and final book of our Chinese textbooks yesterday.  Yippeeeee!!!  With the birth of Lilian, going to Chengdu and studying this particular book only 4 hours a week, it has taken a very long time to get through Book 5.  So, I couldn't stop smiling yesterday as we finished up the lesson.  I proudly announced to the school office that I was finished and there was much rejoicing among us.  It is a very good feeling.  I still have other books to study but finishing these 5 is a big deal.

Even a smoggy morning can't dampen my spirits today.  

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