-Driving with my windows down and blaring Natasha Bedingfield's "Unwritten" from the radio. When I left Belfast, my kids and Ruth made a slide show from the year to that song. It made me think of them, and feel grateful.
-The little girl that was picking colorful leaves off of a tree in her front yard. As I drove past, she waved a big yellow leaf at me and smiled.
-This tree.
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