I used to think success was measured by bullet points on a resume, trophies on a shelf, or a certain kind of car in the driveway. Twelve years ago this week, a person entered my life that changed the yardstick. When an orphanage director put Cherry in my arms, I realized. Success is measured by the width of a smile.
Success: Day 10
CRISPLY SPOKEN 
Absolutely!
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That’s a beautiful sentiment, Elisabeth! Thank you so much for giving me a smile today!
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Thanks Terri!
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gorgeous 🙂
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She is, isn’t she? Thanks!
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I love this post. Very simple but very striking; all the way to the heart. 🙂
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Thank you!
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