Orange Bursts, Morning Coffee, and the Good news!!!

☕️ Morning Coffee Reflections 🎶

This morning, as I sat with my coffee and the sweet music filling the room, my heart felt just as colorful as what I’ve been seeing inside all week. Orange bursts, streaked with yellow, blending into a glowing reddish-orange — that’s what my happiness looks like.

On Thursday, when I first got the call from my counselor at Bobby Dodd Institute, I was resting in bed. The news came like sunshine through a cloudy sky: DBHDD approved $1,500 for my hearing aids. Hearing aids have been my top priority, and to finally hear “yes” after waiting, praying, and hoping filled me with so much joy that the colors haven’t stopped dancing since.

It doesn’t matter that I’ve been managing cramps or pushing through the ache in my tooth — this good news is stronger than all of that. Even while lying down, I couldn’t help but smile, knowing what this means for my future.

I’ve shared laughs and encouragement through emails and voice clips with my best friend, Jenna, who’s been by my side in so many ways. Those conversations, mixed with the glow of this news, have made even the hardest moments this week feel lighter.

Life is never without its aches and obstacles, but sometimes joy overflows so much that it paints everything else in bright colors. For me, this week has been a canvas of orange and yellow — a reflection of hope, gratitude, and excitement for what’s to come.

And as Labor Day approaches, we’re getting ready to celebrate with a seafood boil, good company, and lots of laughter. Joy shared is joy multiplied.

💛 Here’s to new beginnings, bright colors, and the simple, powerful gift of good news.

 

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