Sunday Gratitude – 12.XI.2023

What a crazy week! I suppose the first thing that I’m grateful for is that I’ve made it to the end. As far as I know, I didn’t miss any appointments.

I’m grateful to be starting with physical therapy. Thankfully, it seems like there’s nothing physically wrong with my feet; it’s just muscles that are contracted way past where they should be. It’s going to mean continuing on with all of this as a matter of habit, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing.

I’m grateful for the seasonable weather, the sunshine, and that I got to go with the little girls to the park on Saturday. The park we went to is right on Lake Michigan, and it’s a truly beautiful spot. Much of the coastline in this area is made up of bluffs, from the tiny to pretty impressively large. There’s a fair amount of concern about the bluffs collapsing, but I don’t know that there’s anything that can be done. The people who built the old houses along the lake – the ones that are probably 100 years old – built them far enough back to account for the bluffs eventually falling. Houses that are more recent – say the 60s on – wanted more of the lake view, and many houses are now in danger or have had to be removed.

I am grateful for that little voice that giggles at songs about tacos and which says, every once in awhile, “You’re the best, mommy”. Oh, how I’ll miss it when it’s gone.

I’m grateful for long telephone conversations with friends, and the “bearing of each other’s burdens” that happens through that.

I’m grateful that I didn’t have to get out of my pajamas on Friday! I’m grateful that I got to sit with the little kids and put on videos about music on Youtube.

I’m thankful for silliness on Instagram. 🙂

I’m thankful that even though I tend to sometimes not water my plants quite as regularly as I should, most of them are still alive, and I am grateful for the beauty of the sun shining in on them, despite what a mess the place is!

I’m grateful to witness the magic an old cattail has for a six-year-old; open it up and the insides float away like clouds of fairy dust.

I’m grateful that even my nine-year-old still will curl up on my lap and fall asleep if he isn’t feeling great.

In any case, I ought to finish up here so I can get a little sleep, as the whole weekday routine starts over in just a few hours

I am thankful for you.

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