Anyone that knows me but at all is well aware that I miss Florida. My family, my friends, the local church, and all of the hundreds of thousands of little things.
I mean, I’m in South Carolina for the next two days, and my heart seriously skipped a beat when I saw this
And I was minutes away from spending a couple hundred dollars on a plane ticket just to see my Florida life for a few short moments.
And the other day, out of no where, thunder echoed through out Charlotte, and it was just a torrential afternoon down pour. But it was Florida-esque, so I loved it.
And every time my phone rings, and I see an 813, 904, 352, or 407 area code, I do a little dance on the inside.
So can happiness really be a grocery store? No. But it sure represents a whole lot of goodness in my life.