Week's end with thanks

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  • Possibilities
  • Peanut butter.
  • Hand-me-downs.
  • Fresh basil.
  • Rearranging furniture.
  • Loving what you have.
  • Groupon.
  • Seeing a spark in my man’s eye, him so excited about our trip together.
  • Kids fresh from the bath–is there anything more delicious?
  • Quitting sugar–is there anything harder?
  • Friends who buy me food from Costco…and deliver it to me at church.
  • Lists.
  • Crossing items off.
  • Heidi in the backyard wearing dress and boots, covered in mud. Face upturned to sky, huge smile, rabbit teeth, apple cheeks.
  • Dutch serving  his sister. There is hope.
  • Memory foam mattress.
  • Fresh fluffy towels.
  • Little boy bottom.
  • Willamette Christian Church.
  • Singing the words, “When we arrive at eternity’s shore, where death is just a memory and tears are no more, we’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring, Your bride will come together and we’ll sing, You’re beautiful,” unable to keep the tears back.  He is so beautiful.
  • Catching Heidi’s eye as I enter her class, her smile a mile wide as she runs full speed into my arms laughing, “Mama mama mama!”  Was there joy before this little girl?
  • Delicious, fresh organic groceries sent home with Jeff from church.
  • Taking communion with my man.
  • Constructing the coolest couch fort ever–with separate sleeping quarters and two entrances.
  • Dutch & Carson wrestling.
  • $.39 oranges.
  • Heidi’s precious “treasures” that never leave her side: baby, woofwoof, and a plastic Barbie bathtub filled with marbles, a bouncy ball and assorted Lego pieces. She manages to carry all these items, at all times.
  • Arranging these precious items around Heidi’s head for nap and bedtime.
  • Learning from each other.
  • Candlelight.
  • Community Group.
  • Coffee.
  • The city planting trees up and down our street.
  • Obedience.
  • Drinking water.
  • First day of spring.
  • The wisdom of a friend.
  • Clarity.
  • Leaning into Jesus.
  • Worship.
  • First afternoon walk of the year without jackets–YES!
  • Discovering amazing trails weaving around the creek. A fallen tree, dry,  perfect for perching. Another two trees fallen together create a log lounger. Basking in a bath of sunlight, gecko-like.
  • Kids playing contentedly, snapping twigs, studying leaves, tossing rocks in water.
  • “Mommy this flower is for you, will you put it in your hair?”
  • “Mommy you’re beautiful.”
  • The same wild cherry tree I’ve been watching abloom!  White blossoms everywhere.
  • The long walk home, child on each hand.
  • Tucking little twig treasures in pockets for safe-keeping.
  • Roast chicken.
  • Jeff and I talking serious in the kitchen then from the corner of our eye seeing Dutch leap onto the corner chair and ricochet off, flying behind the chair and getting stuck between the bench and the wall, wedged and unable to move. We stop mid-sentence and stare at each other in disbelief, then break into hysterics.  We all can’t stop laughing.   Whose kids are these???
  • Daffodil in Heidi’s hair. A spring fairy.
  • Holding Heidi in the sunshine, perched high on a fallen tree. Tucking kisses in her neck, sneaking them into her open laughing mouth. She’s peaches and strawberries with skin.
  • Trying to type this while she crawls all over my lap: “Please get off me, Mommy’s trying to capture how precious you are!” Ha!
  • Hands plunged in warm suds. Slowly scrubbing, savoring, stillness.
  • Perfectly clear, smooth shiny glass, vase waiting for wonder.
  • Adding the wonder: those wild cherry blossoms.
  • Running hands along smooth stones.
  • Kids hiking entire way to the park and back. Multi-hour trip. Little exhausted bodies and famished tummies gulping sandwiches and carrot sticks, chugging water.
  • Dirty hands, shoes, cheeks. Heidi closing her eyes while she chews. So tired.
  • Children’s fingers, ceaseless exploring. Fingering leaves, pulling branches, stooping for a closer look.
  • Patience.
  • Pump It Up.
  • Text from husband: “Need anything at the store?” Thoughtfulness.
  • Folding tiny t-shirts, fleece pajamas, little boy jeans with holes in the knee.
  • Listening to a sermon online by my brother. Thank you, Lord, for your faithfulness to my family.
  • Walk right after the rain–perfect beads of water hanging heavy from branches, weight of beauty.
  • Fresh air.
  • Fresh strawberries.
  • Sushi.
  • Dutch’s puppy breath.
  • Rain.
  • Humor.
  • Clean counters.
  • New life.
  • Old friends.
  • His mercy.

6 thoughts on “Week's end with thanks”

  2. Makes my eyes leak. Where was joy, entertainment, hilarity, unconditional love, the senses , and God’s amazing model of the family ………before there were grandchildren?
    There are times when I think they must be edible! from Oma

  3. Daughter, be encouraged…Sandy not only refers to your phrase, gifts in skin.. but used it several times in her conversation with God. Keep writing…(exercising His gifts to you, for you, and others.) I have not found Kris’s sermon notes (3-20).
    Love you. Mom

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