I'm sitting on a bench at our neighborhood park. It's quiet here, with only a few other kids besides my crew climbing the colorful towers and sliding down windy tunnels. I'm still getting used to seeing empty parks that would have been crawling with kids back in the city. But we live in the suburbs now...the suburbs in a pandemic no less. So it's quiet. So my kids are playing. So I'm sitting and thinking.
As I walked from my magical minivan to this lonely park bench and realized I'd have a few minutes before being joined by my sister I knew that it would be the perfect opportunity to squeeze in today's #givethanks post. But those best of intentions were quickly washed down by this thought: what are you truly grateful for? Not what you should be or could be grateful for, but what makes your heart burst with gratitude? Because a post is of no worth if there's no love and depth behind it.
Humph, good question. I'm first and foremost grateful for the quiet inspiration that caused me to sit, to listen, to think and to feel. What am I truly grateful for at Monday at 10:56 am?
My new pink lipstick--Mary Kay Coral Bliss. Sitting in direct sunlight. The thought of hosting family pizza night at my house. The memory of James hanging pictures and putting together furniture late into the night this last week to help me feel happy and ready. An empty park. My children's laughter. The brilliant fall leaves everywhere I look. Cinnamon graham crackers from Trader Joe's. My Stanley Cup. A peaceful heart. Family.
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