So yeah. I was up north-ish with the children for the weekend, staying with my dad and stepmom. They have no internet (by choice… gah!) so I didn’t bring my laptop and thus did no writing. We played lots of games. I got crushed with a two day long game of Monopoly, played some word games (Bananagrams) and played in the snow (built a snowman, rode on some sleds). We had a great time but it is nice to be back home and back to our routine. Well, the routine will be short-lived since the kids only have school today and tomorrow, and then are home for the Thanksgiving holiday.
Speaking of Thanksgiving… this is why I had been posting daily. I need to share something I’m thankful for today but all my ideas are ones I have already shared. It sounds superficial, but I’m thankful for internet service, and the opportunity and freedom to write and share bits and pieces of myself with all of you.
I’ll stop there before I go on to share how nervous I am about this huge meal we will be serving on Thursday and all the preparations that need to happen. Is there a shortcut for peeling potatoes? I will gladly clean the house from top to bottom, and wake early in the morning to babysit the bird, but I think the potatoes are task I’m dreading the most. And, some would argue, the most important. Oh, and the gravy. I should put some pre-made stuff on the shopping list just in case. One of these days I will learn to make it right. Because homemade is the best. Sometimes it’s just not worth it to take the shortcut.
Oops. I did it, didn’t I? Went on about how nervous I am. It’s okay, it will be fine. I have help. It will be just fine. And, thanks to Ema there will be pumpkin pie. ‘Nuff said.
This is the 18th entry for the thankfulness challenge, hence the TC#18. Get it? Good.
I am a morning person. Yes, I like my sleep, but I don’t particularly care for “sleeping in”. I feel like when I do, I’ve wasted half the day. And my mind seems to work best in the morning. Plus, coffee.
This morning as I was walking back from the kids’ bus stop, I turned a corner and was stopped in my tracks. It was the sun, rising up through the wooded area behind our neighborhood. It was as if all of a sudden it lit up the sky. And I felt it. God was saying “good morning” and reminding me He was there.
So today I am thankful for the sun, and that it rises faithfully. Every. Single. Day.
Do you know what I am thankful for today? Our house. There is great history here. Let me tell you about it.
When I met my husband, he lived in this house. He grew up here, from the time he was our son’s age. After high school his mom remarried and moved to Chicago, but he stayed in the house. Needless to say, it was quite the bachelor pad, but it was in this house that I fell in love with him. I was visiting one night and we were watching a movie. Only we got to chatting, and the VCR was set to rewind and play automatically. I don’t remember how many times it replayed, but I know it was at least twice. What was the movie? The ultimate romantic comedy: Slingblade. Ha! So, short story goes that I fell in love with him while watching Slingblade. Not the greatest of movies, but it had it’s funny moments. And maybe that’s a fitting metaphor for our life together, I don’t know.
When we married, Mike moved into my one-bedroom apartment, but soon after we bought the house from his mom and moved in. That was early 2000, I believe, almost 15 years ago. Since then we have remodeled and rearranged, we had cats that came and went, and now we are raising our children here. We have shared meals here with friends and family, we’ve laughed, cried, fought some pretty tough battles (thankfully not so much against each other anymore). This is where we have built our life together. So while it may not be our dream home, it is OUR home, and I am thanking God for it today.
I totally forgot to post yesterday. But – I am learning how to relax a little and not be so hard on myself, so it’s okay.
Today, I am thankful for our first real snow of the year. In our town, at least. I grew up in the southwest corner of Michigan, so I’m used to more snow than we get up here in The City. So it doesn’t bother me much. And I really love the beauty of it. I love waking up in the morning to see that the ground and the trees and the houses have all been covered in a blanket of white. And then I love bundling up in boots and hats and gloves to venture out for a brisk walk to the bus stop. HEARING the crunch of the snow beneath our feet, and watching the joy in the kids’ faces as they scoot along, mouths open wide to catch snowflakes on their tongues. Throwing snowballs at trees (to decorate them, of course). And then returning to the warmth of home, with your body in an exhilarating, yet confusing, state of heat and ice cold all at the same time. I love that feeling. And I love winter. Of all the distinct seasons of Michigan, I believe this one is my favorite. Thank you Lord, for snow and frosty windows and warm coffee to come home to.
I am thankful for lots of things, but today especially for my sister. She drove up to visit with me and my kids, and stayed through dinner. She got us out of the house, took us grocery shopping, and then lounged with us back at home. She saved me from several “freak out” moments with the kids, just by being there with her calming presence. My husband usually does that for me, but since he was out of town hunting (1st time ever!) it was no small miracle that she was here with me. We have been close throughout our lives, and while the circumstances of life sometimes keep us apart, we always manage to find our way back. We are sisters but even more so, we are friends. So today I thank God for her.
This may sound trite, but today I am thankful for coffee. I have a small coffee maker, perfect for making my daily ration of two cups of coffee. And with a little half and half, my highly processed, cheap grocery store coffee goes down easy. Makes me smile. And since I just recently loaded my OliveTree app onto my new phone, I can read my morning scriptures in one hand while sipping from a piping hot mug of coffee with the other.
And did you know? Running the pot and filter through the dishwasher before brewing really does make it taste better. No more lazy rinsing for this girl!
What are you thankful for on this fine Friday??
Today I am most thankful for my mom. She encourages me and lets me cry when I need to. She has always been there when I need her even when she is busy dealing with her own struggles. I truly feel like she has been walking with me on this life-changing journey I have been on this past year, which says a lot considering she lives 1,000 miles away (1005.1, depending on which way you go). I love you, Mom. I thank God for you!