But one thing I have learned is to be thankful for the big and small things. Fresh pineapple is a small thing but it reminds me of big things.
It reminds me of when I first truly fell in love with pineapple. My first trip to Nigeria in 2005... When I first fell in love with the Nigerian people. So many fond memories from my time there in 2005 and again in 2007. I told Okike, the missionary there, that fresh pineapple needed to be the 6th love language.
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