Happy Thanksgiving week, friends. I am getting a head start on my list.
This year, I am grateful for:
My house
Clean water
Dishwashers
Health
Little aches and flags from within that humble and remind me that I need to be mindful of self-care
The father of my children who is the whipped cream and sprinkles of their life
My daughter’s complexity, intrigue, and wit
My son’s empathy
My daughter’s freckles
My son’s laughter
My husband’s broad shoulders and his two, rather unexpected, tattoos
Vaccines
Texts and that I have people to message
Brick and mortar bookstores
Christmas decorations (important to note here that these are “not allowed” in our house until Friday, but I deeply love them)
Music
LEGOs
Rude comments, which remind me of what I do not want to be
Words of affirmation
Hugs
Uncomfortable undercurrents and thoughtful gestures from the same people, our respectful coexistence
Smart women
The internet
My dad’s calm
My sister-in-law’s genuine enthusiasm for learning and her academics
Bedtime
Appreciation for what I have already accomplished in my life
Possibility, the invitation to dream
Walks
My mom’s capacity for knowing what people need
This October in Colorado
Parents who live near
Grandparents who desire a leading role in my kids’ lives
High skies
My robe, my slippers, and when the best fitting underwear is clean
Cooking for others
Great grocery stores
My bike and Cody Rigsby
New friends
Old friends
Morning coffee
Chocolate chips
That my mom and dad got to check off a Bucket List item this fall
Snow
Unscheduled days
Intuition
Vacations
Fleece sheets
Handwritten notes
Country roads
Predawn
An invitation to a high school reunion
Being okay with saying no
Big ideas, gray areas, discourse, poetry
And also black and white lists and check marks for jobs well done
Still waters
To be a mom
Love and its daily gestures
