I’m sitting here fiddling with my nose screw, slowly twirling my hair incessantly , drinking sangria flavored pop and feeling grateful.
Grateful for a husband who is willing to stick with me as we figure out how to write our life stories.
Grateful for precious friends who are as close as family. Thankful that they love me when I’m buoyant and gracious, and when I’m lost and gritty. They help me see the Jesus in me.
Grateful for family that are also cherished friends. Thankful that my life has them in it, and they are part of my story in every chapter. Thankful for their love.
Thankful for a funny bright almost three year old who makes up silly songs and wants to be just like her mama. Grateful that she tells me happily that she loves sunshine and her baby sister and me and squirrels and her daddy and Jesus. I know she loves life, and it makes me grateful.
Thankful for my sweet, funny baby who toddles around in cotton knit dresses and plays thoughtfully with toilet paper and hides quietly in cabinets. Thankful that she crawls over to my side of the bed sleepily in the morning, smiles her enigmatic sweet smile and shares my pillow. Grateful as she strokes her big sis’s hair and tries to repeat everything we say. Every little “Oww!!” “Boo!” and “bye bye” makes my heart feel so…grateful.