There are moments when I'm left breathless with gratitude, but the moment passes and I forget too easily that it happened. I need to write it down. I tell myself that often and yet I never seem to get around to opening that notebook of mine, even with fresh paper and new pens and more than enough time in my day for this one small-yet-big thing.
What better time than Lent to return to this practice of recording gratitude?
- 40 Days of Gratitude
It's Holy Week and I'm wholly stressed. A certain boy turns seven years old today and Easter is fast approaching and I've got an Easter dress to finish sewing for baby girl and the preschooler is having a challenging week and I must remind myself, always always, that he doesn't do this to me. He's the one having a hard time, and it's my responsibility and privilege to slow down and help him through it. Still, there are birthday presents to wrap and Easter bags to sew and plastic eggs to stuff, and I'm a bit tired already.
I can feel Good Friday approaching. Perhaps a portion of my busyness is to ward off the sense of mourning that accompanies the solemnity of the day. A quiet Saturday afterwards, and then, joyous day, He is Risen! But first, there's Good Friday.
But first, today, there is a delightful seven year old to celebrate. There will be a rainy walk through the nearby nature park, the excitement of long-desired gifts to be opened, and quinoa chocolate cake with blueberries for dessert.
Today will be a good day.
378. Going to a craft show with the boy. Getting to spend time with one child.
379. The husband taking over when I'm worn out. Having a partner in life.
382. My delightful seven-year-old boy and his excitement over his birthday.
383. Watching the preschooler and baby girl interact. Their bubbling laughter and sweet hugs.
And you? A moment of gratitude, something from your list, a link to your own gratitude journey? I love reading every bit that you share with us.