I'm not sure if you can read the writing on the sock but it says, "Life is good!" These pair of socks are completely hashed and yet I really struggled to throw them in the trash. Why? Because John gave them to me three years ago for Christmas. He knew that I hated cold feet so he bought me this simple gift. I think the writing on them explains my feelings perfectly right now. I just can't help but feel overwhelmingly blessed for John. He constantly teaches me that life can be full of adventures during adversity. He teaches me that life is good. And it is good!
