Ready? Here goes.
I’m grateful for Grandma Ruth. Why are you on my mind this morning? The smile, the every present smile, her eyes that crinkled up with joy. I am grateful that you gave us the gift of food, more than that, the gift of cooking. Cooking, that simple act of preparing and sharing food, cooking that bring us together on a level that absolutely defies logic. Visceral in the most literal sense. I’m grateful I was taught this and grateful to live it. Love in the lemon bread.
I am grateful for illness. Sounds goofy, yes? But I am. I deal with a chronic illness, and when it pops up it reminds me that I need to take better care of myself. I’m grateful, because it just doesn’t’ let me get too far down the road of sloth and potatoes chips. Alright sister, time to live right. And I’m grateful that my particular cross is manageable. Everybody has something. I can carry this.
I’m grateful for polar fleece, sweatpants, and fuzzy boots – personal armor that gives me courage to face a chilly winter morning. And I’m grateful for coffee. And the ritual of making coffee. And I’m grateful for paper cups with lids — some days just the right thing. This morning for sure, just the right thing.
I’m grateful for a loving and generous husband who makes me eggs with curry, sun-dried tomatoes, and cauliflower (where do you come up with these things??) and who’ll bring it to me at my desk because I’m so intensely deep into studying, I don’t want to take a break. I am so blessed to have you in my life.
I’m grateful for kids whose forgiveness of my shortcomings, patience with our life’s limitations, and enthusiasm for our adventures together make my life possible, make it joyful, make it worth living.
I’m grateful for IT guys who get the machine working again. I’m grateful for men in brown who bring me boxes (and boxes and boxes) from Amazon. I’m grateful for the teachers who make my children’s worlds bigger than I could on my own.
For Christmas lights that I just can’t take down quite yet. For a clock that ticks softly nearby. For the day that is waiting for me, just over the horizon.
For a God who loves me. For a heart to loves others. For the love I receive in return.
Good morning, Working Mommy. Your day is waiting. Go get it, girl!