I asked husband about a scar on his forehead. He said he couldn’t be sure which accident it was from, apparently there were lots of stitches when he was young. He told me one of the accidents he remembers and ended with three single words. I thought it would be fun to try and communicate the story in a series of single words. Here’s my attempt.
Today marks my 100th blog post, here’s to 100 more!
I am Thankful for my husband.
Words cannot express the deep sense of gratitude I have for having him in my life.
His love is deep and true.
He is angered by deep injustice in the world.
He can make an amazing cup of coffee.
He works harder than anyone I know.
He serves others well.
He can fix a computer and build you a room.
His encouragement leaves no room to question yourself.
His soul is laced with music.
I am Thankful for a day off. May your Thanksgiving pants have some ‘give’ in them…
I am Thankful for Relationship.
1. a connection, association, or involvement.
2. connection between persons by blood or marriage.
3. an emotional or other connection between people
There are many different types of relationship in my life. I have been given life and love; encouragement and motivation; laughter and tears; joy and pain from the many different and wonderful people in my life. Each one has helped to shape me into who I am today, and who I will be tomorrow.
For this, I am forever grateful.
I am Thankful for my Country
Last week on the Today show, they spent one morning holding a swearing in ceremony for new citizens. 30 people from all across the globe were making a pledge to be a part of our society and uphold the tenants of the US.
They will now enjoy the freedoms I so often take for granted.
And then Lee Greenwood sang ‘God Bless the USA’ – makes me cry EVERY single time I hear it.
I am Thankful for home
When husband and I were dating, he asked me one time about what I wanted my home to be like. I told him I wanted a place where friends and family would feel comfortable just showing up for dinner. I told him I wanted a place that was warm and inviting. I told him I wanted to be that house on the block where all the kids seemed to congregate.
He looked at me funny for a second and said something about design aesthetics or architecture, which gave me a turn to look at him funny. His question was purely function, my answer was purely heart and our different viewpoints led to a great discussion on the value of home.
I have traveled more this year than I have maybe ever. I have stayed in homes with my parents, my in-laws, my cousins, my sister, my friends and a couple of different hotels. Each of these homes had their own style, their own feel and their own heart.
Here are just a few of the joys of home I got to experience this year:
- Sharing meals with my parents
- Late night discussions of worries and dreams
- Sharing coffee and conversation with a best friend and her family
- Incredible breakfast buffets
- Waking up with my very best friend on her wedding day
- Ordering too much Chinese food with my sister
- The feeling of being known and loved