It’s been one of those days…those holidays…you know the ones. I woke up around five a.m., pulled the rolls out of the freezer to thaw and haven’t stopped since. I did stop to eat (too often), and I stopped to talk (too much), but I haven’t just stopped. Stopped to think. Stopped to reflect. Stopped to give thanks. So here I go:
I’m thankful for my 85-year-old grandmother and the time I spent with her in the kitchen today.
I’m thankful for the little head that’s resting on my shoulder right now and the soft sounds of breathing I hear coming from it.
I’m thankful for the husband who held the baby while I ate and visited and ate and visited and for the baby who only wanted his mama. All. Day. Long.
I’m thankful I’m his mama.
I’m thankful for the grace that’s been given to me today and the mercies that will be new in the morning.
I’m thankful for Jesus who loves me so. I’m thankful he’s teaching me to love him in return.
I’m thankful for the way his spirit binds hearts together though they are far apart.
I’m thankful for my sisters.
I’m thankful for my friends.
I’m thankful for sleep….and now I’m going to try to get some!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
love this….especially the line “I’m thankful for the way his spirit binds hearts together though they are far apart” ……beautiful!!!