It’s quiet in my house. And that is luxury. I’ve got a cup of cold brew beside me and the evening light is fading, the lamps are shining softly in my living room, and my dishwasher is washing most all my dishes.
There’s just a lot to be thankful for, and my heart’s been swelling with it all.
–Miss E…. The way her soft little hands frame my face when she wants me to look at something, or wrap tight around my neck in a hug. How she says “I have a SQUISHY TUMMY” and giggles. And just how right she is about that. Everything about her is squishy. Even her gold curls.
–Miss A is my Chief Egg-Getter. She is so proud to bring in all the eggs she finds, and carries them in her skirt, or her coat pockets, or dress pockets…. we have only had a few mishaps. And the way she carefully holds her skirt and takes it outside to shake out the shavings from the chicken pen.
-The relaxed rhythm of schooldays. The getting into a routine that works for us, most days, that isn’t too stressful. I’m learning and re-learning that pushing my children to perform and get lots done is counterproductive to a well-rounded and balanced childhood. Igniting sparks of interest, and feeding their curiosity is such a fun and exciting way to learn. Letting their interests guide a lot of what we do….. and requiring excellence and neatness in what they are doing, without forcing large quantities of schoolwork is proving to be a good fit for us.
–My newfound admiration and perhaps addiction to tulips and fresh flowers? Oh my, there are orange and pink ones on my counter now. They sure do bid a cheery good morning, perhaps especially the one with a mind of its own.
-Sweet and hot pickles from Kroger … yum. They go really well with the crusty bread I got off the discount rack last night, and a small slab (hmm. Is there such a thing?) of muenster cheese.
-I finished my second shrug, all but the button. Yay! Started on the third last night and hope to get a lot done this weekend.
-Went to a sweet friend’s house today… the children played all day… her kind, kind 16 year old who showed my boys his calves… shot targets with them on his .22, treated them with respect and gifted my youngest little man with a leather cowboy hat that he had outgrown (they go quite well with his leather chaps)… We ate salad and peach dessert and drank really yummy tasted-like-a-coffee-shop-cappucino coffee/espresso that she made us with her little Italian coffeemaker. I knitted and her girls crocheted and played with mine, and we talked about sewing little girl dresses (she is amazing at that kind of thing) and her mom stopped by and gave me crochet pointers. It was a lovely day in all respects and I was sad to see it end and filled up with all the happy fullness that friendship brings. My children piled in to go home and announced that we needed to come back tomorrow.
–Everyone is well now. No sickness, no sniffles, everyone is running and playing and arguing again, just as though those weeks of sleeplessness and fever and everything were gone. Isn’t that how life is? We go through trials, (big ones, hard things, emotional challenges that leave us thinking the world is halting) and then later on we have different things. Good things, maybe different hard things. But we are stronger and the hard of the last thing fades a bit and we move on to the next. One of my mom’s favorite quotes, said with a twinkle in her eye – “When it says it came to pass, it means just that. It comes to pass.” My mom’s full of wisdom. But that could be another whole post by itself. Or possibly a series.
-Dove chocolate is a gift. I confess I hid in the bathroom with several the other day. My kids can smell chocolate/hear the crinkle of a wrapper from a mile away. But I may have locked the door. Just in case. Funny how they never seem to have heard me when I tell them to clean their room/fold laundry/empty the dishwasher?
–California oranges. We still have a fridge drawer full. They are juicy and bright and never disappoint with any kind of lackluster flavor. I mean, these things are a dessert all by themselves. I am so thankful for every single one we stuffed and crammed into any and all available spaces in our suitcases and carry ons.
–Her and her kitties. They are wrapped and held and rocked and loved and named and renamed and sung to…. it reminds me of me when I was little. I was in love with kitties then… and it’s just kind of sweet and thrilling to see your girl love something like you did. Today she was in her fleece nightgown, singing all the made-up songs and being a little mama to her “Fluff” kitty.
-Sometimes she comes up and says “I have a lot of kisses in my bucket for you.” “A lot” sounds like “a wot” and I’m not anxious for it to change. Growing up seems to happen all too quickly.