I woke up Saturday morning missing Michelle. As soon as I looked out the window and saw the signs of fall I thought of her. She would have been planning and event for her back yard or organizing a hike to celebrate this amazing weather. Michelle was one of the first friends I met when I moved to Atlanta. I joined her small group and she would text me randomly just to chat, or we would decide to meet up for pizza at Antico’s or have a drink.
Michelle lived life to the fullest and she died over three years ago living that life, climbing Mt Rainer. Many people talk or dream about a different life, but don’t act. Michelle acted. She savored life. She created beauty. Her home, her friends, her activities, and her words were full of beauty and life. I do not forget her and she is still an inspiration to me.
I miss her. So when my husband, having no idea I was thinking about her or that her these plates came from her home, got them down to use for breakfast Saurday morning, I smiled. Saturday was a Michelle day and it was lovely.
God Provides for Us 
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